hannah said that if i didn’t stop talking about flavored coffee she would transfer and leave me here as an island in texas (and not south padre island, which is supposed to be a ril good time) (also unless i transfer again (~79% chance) before she gets a chance to do it for the first time (so innocent!)). who can transfer the most, who can transfer the quickest and most vengefully, it’s a fun game, complete with application fees and anxious, breathless phone convos with peter gadsby. anyway in high school some friends of mine and myself used to play this game that i created: “what two things are a certain person thinking about at any given time?” i dont really remember the specifics but one of ross’s was tube socks and josh’s concerned the cubs and “stacy” and adam silver said my two things were books and words. recently my thoughts have been almost exclusively on flavored coffee but, as of today, the love affair is over. i’ve had many serious loves in my young life (gene kelly, extreme makeover (home edition), small pigs, tea) but this breakup is particularly poignant. i’m a mess. i almost cried on the plane today. and air travel is already stressful because i have thoughts like: will my jar of hot and sour soup explode in my suitcase while being handled by the suitcase handlers? anyway thanksgiving br8k was fun as it is always nice to rest in the bosom of my family. family= 89% of blog target demographic. and my grandma gave me some good advice: “never ride a bus with a large duffel bag.” it’s true.