why is it that every time i go to vegas i get the ominous sore throat. bah.
new colors here are fab. all cold-ish and stuff.
found my ipod. so so happy. my precious. my own. all the time sitting quietly in my laptop bag. wtf with my cursory frisks.
trump tower sure is fugly. i hate french food. never trust buffets. feet hurt. room with a view was actually a real strip view for once. fotos galore. i really should bust out for a nikon d90.