I hate traveling because...

I am convinced that people suck. As human beings. I have never encountered so many fucking rude inconsiderate Americans in my life.

On the cruise~Can you act like there are one-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine OTHER PEOPLE on the ship besides your ass? You are not the ONLY ONE that wants a drink/a seat/to get by. You are not the only one in this jam packed gift shop. You are not the only person that wants coffee. You are not the only one that wants to get off the boat.
Cigarette smoke bothers you? They why the fuck are you sitting at the smoking bar? Don't wave my smoke and look at me in disgust with your face all twisted up..there are 10 million square feet of non-smoking space on this ship. Go.find.it.

You creep up on me in the dark, scare the shit out of me, kick my fucking drink over, then want to sit beside me and tell me all your problems about your cheating husband, alcoholic and drug abusing children, then wanna pull my fucking card when you see my son? You wanna tell me that "hopefully for his sake, he can pass as Puerto Rican" Well, Fuck you. Why don't you worry about your hair piece wearing, cheating-ass husband? Why don't you worry about your crack-whore daughter? And your 5 time DWI convicted, unemployed, homeless son?
Don't worry about me and mine, honey..you already got your hands full--
I was about 2 seconds from catching an International Charge because of your ass.

On the plane~Why should I have to hear a screaming 3 year old for an entire hour of a 2 hour flight? I am talking about bone chilling screeches. Give the child what the fuck she is crying about. Give her the damn headphones. Give her the fucking pretzels. Let her look at the book. Just shut her the fuck up. There are one-hundred-and- nineteen OTHER people on this small ass plane. There is no reason to start pulling rank and playing discipline games now. This is not the time to have a battle of wills. And with TWO fucking parents right there?
I'll be damned.

At the Airport~Ok, bitch. I am standing in the baggage area. You come up and stand behind me. And then wanna get all gully when I pick my~ big ass ~ heavy ass ~bag off the conveyor belt and wanna put it on the floor. Why you gotta be a smart ass, talking about "EX. CUZZZZZE. ME!"??? because you missed your bag going by?
No. Fuck you. Don't fucking enunciate your frustrated words at me..you are mad at me..be-ca-use...what?
We are here for the same reason. TO GET OUR FUCKING LUGGAGE!
So..is yours more important than mine? OK..MAYBE TO YOU IT IS..then why the fuck are you standing behind me? GO the fuck where there is room for your ass to be in the front! Dumbass.

AND..it is cold as a mother in Maryland...brrrrrrr. I wonder how long it will take me to get acclimated to the coldness after being in Florida and the Caribbean? Not long, I hope. I all the sudden hate cold weather.

Ok. Now that I got that out of the way...cruise details coming soon.