Crimes of Fashion Day 1: I Waited Three Hours & Ashton Kutcher Never Arrived.

So I’m sitting here now on a flight to Nashville and no anger in my heart.  I ate. So I’m good. But let’s go to the previous events. Let’s do it like the Rewind song from Stillmatic, (you know #6 from the Ether album).

Sitting in a jail cell, pacing no laces in my shoes and hungry for Wingstop on a thousand trillion. Pissed because I’m thinking do I have a record?

In My Mind

Speeding tickets and red lights and that time I cut class to go to McDonald’s and got caught was about it.  Will I get to leave today, is this really happening, Street Cred is wack, I get more Street Cred from school. Yeah exactly.

I do ballet, I’m grateful it’s not worse. Next thing you know I’m smiling for a camera behind bars and getting my finger print done…Still no Ashton Kutcher in sight.

Then this shyt, my Miranda Rights and got interrogated. 

*Only the beginning.

http://www.glamour.com/fashion/blogs/slaves-to-fashion/2011/06/true-tsa-nightmare-this-woman.html