He's just the CUTEST bug around, dontcha know.
We're so sorry, Uncle Albert.
I got a speeding ticket a few weeks ago. Not so thrilled about that. I have a thing for driving fast. Going 60 down Lake Cook seems about right to me. Going 80 is an average on the highway. Especially when the beat's good on the radio. It's somewhat astounding. My foot just presses harder on the accelerator and suddenly I'm going a lot faster than I intended. Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back" was on the radio when I got caught. Imagine that.
But we haven't done a bloody thing all day.
So anyway, now I'm at this phase where I drive the speed limit. I thought it would bother me a lot. And it does irk me a little, because I really enjoy the feeling when I'm driving that fast. Dunno why. But somehow driving the speed limit makes me relaxed. Is that strange? And because I'm so uber-cautious about not getting caught by the cops again that I've begun to accidently go UNDER the speed limit. I'm turning into that annoying driver that you yell at a lot when you're stuck behind them. Yup. That one driver that makes you so mad that you think illegal thoughts.
Admiral Halsey notified me.
But now I'm so paranoid that the cops are seeping into my dreams. Last night, I had the most pleasant nightmare where I got pulled over and ticketed for going too slow. Like on that Full House episode? And I know that's possible, that it could happen. And I'm so worried about it that I'm dreaming about it.
A pot of tea!
I was driving in the right lane today. Yes, the right lane where the slow asses are. And in the middle lane was a cop car disguised as a regular car. But I knew it was a cop because the license plate had GREEN lettering. Booyah. Thanks, Aashay baashay for the tip. ;-P AND THE COP WAS SPEEDING. What the fuck, man! Or as I said in class today, wtf mate? Seriously. There was no emergency. No flashing lights. No place to go. But he was speeding. He's not above the law. That jackass. I wanted to yell to him. But I'd probably get ticketed for that too.
The butter wouldn't melt, so I put it in the pie.
*sigh* I think this anxiety is bad. Manifesting itself in bad ways. And I want it to be DONE WITH. I have better things to do than stress out over the Deerfield police. That jerk had the nerve to wave at me when I was getting the money to pay for the traffic ticket. I should have smacked him.
Live a little, be a gypsy, get around . . .
Yeah. You know who else I don't like on the road? The perpetual braker. The one that climbs on the car in front of him's ass and then brakes over and over again. And then he makes you brake because you think that there's a lot of traffic or something. But NOOOOOOOOOOOO. He's just an asshole.
Get your feet up off the ground, live a little, get around.
I have more to say, but Aashay's downstairs so I'm out for now . . .
I got a speeding ticket a few weeks ago. Not so thrilled about that. I have a thing for driving fast. Going 60 down Lake Cook seems about right to me. Going 80 is an average on the highway. Especially when the beat's good on the radio. It's somewhat astounding. My foot just presses harder on the accelerator and suddenly I'm going a lot faster than I intended. Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back" was on the radio when I got caught. Imagine that.
But we haven't done a bloody thing all day.
So anyway, now I'm at this phase where I drive the speed limit. I thought it would bother me a lot. And it does irk me a little, because I really enjoy the feeling when I'm driving that fast. Dunno why. But somehow driving the speed limit makes me relaxed. Is that strange? And because I'm so uber-cautious about not getting caught by the cops again that I've begun to accidently go UNDER the speed limit. I'm turning into that annoying driver that you yell at a lot when you're stuck behind them. Yup. That one driver that makes you so mad that you think illegal thoughts.
Admiral Halsey notified me.
But now I'm so paranoid that the cops are seeping into my dreams. Last night, I had the most pleasant nightmare where I got pulled over and ticketed for going too slow. Like on that Full House episode? And I know that's possible, that it could happen. And I'm so worried about it that I'm dreaming about it.
A pot of tea!
I was driving in the right lane today. Yes, the right lane where the slow asses are. And in the middle lane was a cop car disguised as a regular car. But I knew it was a cop because the license plate had GREEN lettering. Booyah. Thanks, Aashay baashay for the tip. ;-P AND THE COP WAS SPEEDING. What the fuck, man! Or as I said in class today, wtf mate? Seriously. There was no emergency. No flashing lights. No place to go. But he was speeding. He's not above the law. That jackass. I wanted to yell to him. But I'd probably get ticketed for that too.
The butter wouldn't melt, so I put it in the pie.
*sigh* I think this anxiety is bad. Manifesting itself in bad ways. And I want it to be DONE WITH. I have better things to do than stress out over the Deerfield police. That jerk had the nerve to wave at me when I was getting the money to pay for the traffic ticket. I should have smacked him.
Live a little, be a gypsy, get around . . .
Yeah. You know who else I don't like on the road? The perpetual braker. The one that climbs on the car in front of him's ass and then brakes over and over again. And then he makes you brake because you think that there's a lot of traffic or something. But NOOOOOOOOOOOO. He's just an asshole.
Get your feet up off the ground, live a little, get around.
I have more to say, but Aashay's downstairs so I'm out for now . . .
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