I went to BlogU last weekend which means I had to get on an airplane. I’m totally fine with that claustrophobic terror that your last moments will be spent screaming through recycled air, but I’m less okay with the horrors of airport security. My routine anxiety was amplified by the presence of a bomb/drug sniffing dog. While I didn’t have either of these, I did have an overly crafted dress that I’m pretty sure could get you high and/or be a weapon of mass destruction. [Read more…]
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