ONE. LAST. FIC.
If it is claimed before claims close, I will post the reveal post on Sunday instead of Monday!
If you signed up as an artist and have not yet claimed, PLEASE claim it! It is number 14, for those of you who saw that one as interesting.
(It actually sounds super cool and is one of the ones i am most excited to read tbh)
the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.
How to Pack Luggage?
this is all well and good, but then your luggage gets randomly selected and they pull it all out, and you end up with a mess anyway.
one time when i was leaving israel i had shared a dorm with three elderly evangelist women who snored and farted their way through the night. still i woke up early to pack the way i’d been taught, all neat and proper, for the first time in years, to make it easier to get what i needed to out when i got home at 2a.m after so many hours of travelling.
let me tell you, there are two types of people that israeli airport security do not like, and that is non-whites and non-Hebrew speaking remotely Jewish looking kids they think might be trying to sneak in to, I don’t know what, prep for aliyaah? smuggle drugs?
my beautiful, wonderfully packed suitcase, made up at 6a.m in the near-total darkness of my dorm was ripped apart. my concern over the working over all my stuff was getting triggered off this dear’s radar. i’m grateful i slept so badly that the whole ordeal went by in a blur and i essentially woke up half an hour later in the airport lounge with an iced coffee in my left hand and my dignity in the right.
anyway long story short, i found out that packed nicely, my luggage weighed 19 (pounds?) and packed at the whims of a fresh faced airport official weighed 22 and some change.