life is a highway Is it sad that I find reversing the car absolutely thrilling? I also love the one sided conversations with road raging poos--"Yes, DO PLEASE hurry along to the ITCHY PENIS CONVENTION" And the weird grandeur I feel when I let pedestrians pass or let (clearly better) drivers overtake me-- don't thank me, for I am Sarah, the beneficent What is that? I haven't named the car. I have nothing against it-- he just hasn't spoken to me yet... except to reveal that he's male...er I still can't get out of my head that I'm maneuvering a metal death trap (oo band name) --but I think that's not something I should make an effort to take for granted. A little fear keeps you from being a douchebag. Speaking of bags of douche--I'm focusing on the road instead of the drama In my considerable experience with cray I've found it's best to slowly back away until it resolves itself Usually in the form of either self awareness/so sorry I forgot my medication and who I was as a person and social skills and how to make my face not creepy Or self awareness/OF COURSE I'm a terrible person and plan to slowly destroy everything you hold dear as I cray laugh cry in rocking fetal position BAHAHAHOOBOOHOOHOOHA HA ha hoo? That needed to be illustrated. Shut up. And now I pass out, it's way past my bedtime and the ill timed coffee (so good so wrong) is wearing off I love you people who comment and read this thing MUAH Thank you for never saying anything mean in ... six years? How old is this? It's old. I'm old. In a fun crochet and endearing swear words way :) Night night |