#ucf:start

“i made hella bank in tips at olive garden today and i’m gonna make some more tonight at the bar so honestly, i feel like i should be inducted into the official brown boys club. or like maybe if you’re looking for a target sugar daddy, i’m your man.”

“well, that was one hell of a welcome back party, am i right?”

climbing down the stairs that led to the rooftop, rowan stopped in her tracks as she heard the door slam shut, jolting slightly. “oh, hey. i was just, uh, leaving.”

lottie: but its early and im drunk and sad

“ my favorite part of this trip is the fact that they laid out this big plan of stuff for us to do and we all pretty much said ‘fuck you’ and are doing whatever we wanna do anyway. well, that and it lesbian night at the bar i went to. ”

“so, funny story -- i’ve been lost approximately six times today. the sixth and final time, i needed the facilities. i know what you’re thinking. just go in a shop and go to the bathroom. unfortunately, i’d spent my money for the day and every single store i walked into had a ‘paying customers only’ rule. i had to pee in a bush. that was the lowest point of my life.”

“considering i slept for the entire flight, i don’t get how everyone’s super tired. though, i’ll probably...fall over once the jet lag really kicks in. let’s hope i don’t fall face first into some wasabi, that’d be some shit.”

“i honestly can’t feel my ass after sitting in a plane for fifteen hours. and the jet lag and timezones have fucked me up way too much. i think i’m gonna skip the first few lessons to catch up on my sleep and get my body clock situated to japan. you’ll cover for me, right?”