I don't understand why I'm constantly attracting the energy of being close to death on the road. What kind of cosmic force wants me to lay dead on concrete?
I suppose it is an ok way to die, but I never do. I just get crumpled and have to fight back to strength again.
Drove up to Summerland with my mother, and a semi-trailer tried to take us off the road, because he didn't feel like gearing down behind the slower one ahead of him. He decided it was better to take the little car off the road.
We were just lucky enough that my mom managed to pull to the side and brake in time. Inches would have had us trapped between the curb divider and truck.
Guess who was on the truck's side?
Yeah, me, the road target.
for fucks sakes! seriously!?
Coming back down, a lovely spring blizzard to deal with on the Coquihalla Connector.
I think I'm done with the highway for a while.
Waiting for my love to come back from Seattle again to bring our new couch and bathroom medicine cabinet.
No, that's not very exciting, to you, my imaginary friend, but to me, it's wonderful.
Back to my internet that actually allows me to open this blog site and back to my house of furry critters that are staring me down for food.
And my love ... 2 more hours ...