parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Upright Traytables Listening To: Nothing Seat 25A. A mother fucking window seat. I never knew I had a fear of planes. Jesus, I feel I am gunna die in this plane. This is funny because next to me is this hispanic guy and in seat 25C is a black guy. Across from us, seats 25D and E, an indian woman and her child are sitting together. I feel like the whole fucking world is sitting in row 25 on this flight to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. I am flying this brand new airline complany called jetBlue. Every single seat is equipt with a private television, complete with 24 channels of direct TV. This plane is absolutly amazing. I'll be able to watch Road Rules/Real World: The Inferno at 30,000 feet off of the ground. I guess this black guy sitting a seat away from me is a model because he is talking about his photographer and his make-up artist and stuff. He just said the word "nanny" on his cell phone. What black guy whould say the word "nanny?" It's pretty fricken funny. Well, the black guy just found somone he knew on the plane (another black guy) and they are talking and stuff. I just learned that he lives in New York City and that he is traveling to florida for buisiness. Jeez, I know a lot about this random black guy. Let's recap: 1) He is black 2) He is a model 3) He lives in New York City with his child(ren) 4) He likes to say the word "nanny" Wierd guy. Anyway, on channel 13 on this plane, it shows a map and a picture of the plane and it shows you where the plane is, how far away you are from the final destination, how fast it is going, and how high up you are from the ground. That is so fricken amazing. This new company, jetBlue, is awsome! It's a cool name too: jetBlue. I feel like I'm the spokes person for the company. Well, the plane is about to take off. I hope I wont die and I also hope that nobody claps at the end of the fligvht. Who the hell claps at the end of the flight. It's like clapping at the end of a movie, only the person who created the thing your clapping for can here you this time... 12:27 a.m. - 02-17-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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