Nope, we had no idea what panic was, until now. Losing my passport was a sunny day in Happyland with cute animals and pretty people and no right-wingers. Realizing that our flight is this Wednesday morning and not this Thursday morning... that is floor-dropping-from-my-feet-holy-shit-I-have-twelve-hours-to-pack-and-do-
everything-to-prepare-for-a-two-month-trip-to-a-developing-country.
That's panic.
-- The Journagraphist
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i'm violetta, your 27th profile viewer. what's a "journagrapher", anyway? don't you mean photojournalist? you're dumb.
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