I hate planes. And no, I'm not claustrophobic. I can live in a closet and still go about my business. I've heard people say that they know it only goes one way, no Air force 1 bullshit. That is what I hate the most about planes. I fear my body will never be found if it crashes. So for every travel I've had to make I take the bus. I know some are saying what's the difference? Well, imagine maintaining a size, doing exercises to lose the fat that stubbornly refuses to disappear, and then to top it all, not having people cry over my body. Over my dead my. Uh-uh. No thank you.
