MEMBER SINCE: October 2006
occupation: ...ask me and i'll tell you
crush: Levee, Riven and Kate Beckinsale!!
gets me hot: petite brunette with blue eyes
makes me sad: injustice and oppression...but it's job security
sign: cancer
stats: 5'8" 150lbs, light brown hair, and clean
makes me happy: happy kids, they are soo innocently optimistic. Someone I knew once said, "...Dont pray for an easier life, pray to be a stronger person!" All you have to do is: do your best...
into: I'm a sort of professional landmine hopscotch instructor. So because of that, I've been kind'a getting back into running too. I find it relaxing, except when it's cold; I hate the cold...and if you think "the el" is redundant your reading way too much into it!
body mods: all natural
fantasy: two girls...for a month!
i lost my virginity: at [insert girl's name here] sister's house
I was in the Baltimore/Washington international airport and I set it down while I was in the restroom. I walked over to the sink, washed my hands, started walking out and realized I forgot my phone...went back to the stall I was occupying and there was a man in there. I asked him if there was an iPhone on the TP and he didnt reply. So I waited...standing there, I also asked the janitor if he had found it? He said, "no" and that he had not been in that stall yet...the man came out and I again asked him if my phone was in there and, of course, his reply was also "no". I gave him an evil, I want to destroy your face look, asked again and he replied the same.
Now frustrated, at the lack of honesty in the common man and slightly embarrassed at my own irresponsibility, I walk out feeling defeated I have never done anything like this before.
I checked with both terminal counters adjacent to the restroom and even had a nice Airline girl make a pleading announcement for me over the terminals. She also, let me borrow her cell phone to try and call mine no luck. The perpetrator turned my phone off; straight to voicemail. I suppose they will be able to resell it, but there is no way they can actually use it without my pass code. After this, I briskly (yes, I said briskly I was still enroute to Long Island for the weekend and about board my plane soon) briskly walked to the BWI Lost and Found to file a case. Do I honestly expect to ever see my phone again? No, of course not. But going to the Lost and Found gave me a small piece of mind, knowing that I did all that I could-legally at least. I really wanted to track down the gentleman who sat down after me and the elderly janitor and tear their bags and cleaning cart to pieces to prove their innocence! But there is no point getting arrested for not maintaining accountability of my own property, right?!
When I checked back with the Lost and Found, flying...
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Sissa