Dang, I Left My Pixie Dust at Home
As the plane was heading towards Heathrow early this morning, I looked out the window and all the twinkling lights reminded me of the Peter Pan ride we used to go on at Disneyland. It was one of my favorites — floating above a Lilliputian London in a miniatue pirate ship, hearing "You can fly, You can fly" soundtrack piped in.
What a sweet contrast to the
porn journal entry I was writing during the first hour of the flight.