You arrive at the Las Vegas airport with a group of exhausted, hung-over bachelorettes. You sleepwalk through check in, and slouch together at the gate in indoor sunglasses and smoke-stale tank tops. There is a collective sigh.
“Fuck. I have so much blogging to catch up on.”
Mighty Girl 
Thats pretty much wonderful.
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seems more like how one would LEAVE the las vegas airport.
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okay, reread it & realized i’m an idiot… never mind.
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fuck. i relate.
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Yes, Bossy thinks blogging is an ether Hamster Wheel.
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Wild fun, rabid audience…I suppose there are worse things in life.
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That’s so me. And then I break out because I’m actually stressing about it.
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UMM, then hurry up and get to that blogging!
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Heh, that’ll be me in a few days.
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