I’m going on a trip.
No, really. I’m flying off to England, and Malaysia, nearly for the entire summer. While my low self-esteem permits me from assuming anyone has the slightest interest in stalking me, my paranoia is not as easily convinced, and so, to any potential stalkers I may have, I am sorry but I’ll be away for quite a while. If you’d like to buy a ticket and follow me, that’s okay. Just mark down, “Other: Stalking subject of mentally unsound affections” when asked of your reasons for travel.
So today I booked a flight for the first time in my life. Previous trips, I relied mainly on my mother to fix the details for me, since she has a better head for finances than I do, and I didn’t know whether a $2000 ticket to the house down the street was a good price or not. Fortunately, my Asian bargaining instincts have finally matured, leaving me reasonably capable of planning my own flight itinerary.
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