So I get pulled out of school yesterday and have the wonderous joy of sitting in a car for six hours in traffic with a woman who has a blood feud against trucks. They cause all the worlds problems, you know. Traffic? Trucks. Global Warming? Trucks. Bush's inability to articulate? Trucks. After having quite enough of this, I decided to pull out the kidney a.k.a. My cell phone and call Brooke. That was fun for the part I could hear over ma mere's obscenities, and growling. After that we got to the motel and nothing of particular interest, except flatulence from ma mere while she slept, happened. We got up bright and early this morning to drive another eight hours to Old People ville. More truck related swearing and bitching at my music with ma mere playing the victim whenever I tried to talk. ******** hate her. We finally got to my grandparents' house and I got to be ridiculed for being the most folically gifted of anyone in the house. This sucks, and I think I may hang myself with a string of christmas lights. Miss you Brooke. I'll try to survive.
 Captain_Cynic · Fri Dec 22, 2006 @ 02:50am · 3 Comments |
