37 000 feet in the air

imagine this.... flying along the pan island express way in singapore at 160+ km/h at 510pm to be at the airport for (latest) 515pm. only special people can do that. specially slack ass doofus like myself. as usual i'm running late for my flight. i don't know how or why but it seems like everytime i'm supposed to be on a plane, i'm late. no amount of planning or precautions seem to be able to prevent this phenomenon. it just doesn't work like that. not to worry though... as usual i always manage to pull it off. yea yea i know...one day i won't be so lucky. actually i wouldn't have minded missing the flight. i hate flying. i'd sooner have my my toenails ripped off with a pair of rusty pliers than fly. take off was really F*CKING crappy. i swear the plane was swaying from side to side while taking off! i schit you not!!! even as i'm typing, the plane's still rocking.... and no i'm not drunk nor have i been drinking. i hate flying! i'd much rather fly in a car! the stewardesses look like candidates from 'singapore's next top brothel'.
*random thought* 'can isee your nipple ring? i've never seen one in real life and this is my last chance to see it'

i need ZzzZzZzzZzzzzz