Three tequilas deep and somehow I'm the one who ended up stripped bare on my own sheets — the bank holiday did me in, honey. Tell me what you'd do if you found me like this.
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Three tequilas deep and somehow I'm the one who ended up stripped bare on my own sheets — the bank holiday did me in, honey. Tell me what you'd do if you found me like this.
Friday evening and Dublin's buzzing outside my window — but I got halfway through getting dressed and somehow my hand had other plans. Jesus! Yeah!! Tell me you wouldn't have done the same, honey.
Thursday night and my hand wandered before my brain could stop it — not that I'd want it to. Jesus! Yeah!! Tell me you'd have done the same if you were here, honey.
Wheels up in two hours and I'm standing in my hallway with a coffee that's mostly willpower at this point. Dublin's still pitch black outside and I'm already mapping out which passenger's going to need extra attention today — some of them don't even know how lucky they are yet.
Just finished a chapter where the heroine gets swept off her feet mid-flight and I'm sitting here thinking — some of us live those scenes for real, just without the script. Funny how fiction and my job blur sometimes.
Laying out tomorrow's outfit and realizing half my suitcase is Agent Provocateur and the other half is flight attendant practical. A girl's gotta have her priorities straight, honey. What's the one thing you'd never travel without?
Face mask on, candles lit, and I've officially ghosted the world for the next two hours. Some girls hit the clubs on Saturday — honey, I prefer to soak until my skin forgets what stress feels like.
Just like that, boy! Friday's here and I'm already feeling dangerous — champagne poured, weekend ahead, and I'm counting down to whatever trouble finds me first.
2 AM hits different when your body clock's been through three time zones this week. Just lying here watching the darkness and wondering if I'm the only one who finds peace in these quiet hours.
Afternoon off means finally attempting that Pad Thai I've been craving — my kitchen smells like lemongrass and ambition right now. If this turns out half as good as the street food in Bangkok, I might just cancel my evening plans and stay in with my creation.