playlist:
ipod shuffle including an hour full of country music- how appropriate.
randy travis- forever and ever, amen
clint black- when i said i do
trisha yearwood- she's in love with the boy
george strait- carrying your love with me
those are just the highlights... plenty more embarrassing sing-a-long songs ensued. But, as we discussed through increments of singing- we grew up off of cartoons and CMT. How could we not know those songs?
so first- we finally made it through va into west va, which is apparently the wild and wonderful.
we stopped at a rest stop and did the normal thing- took a piss and brushed out teeth.
proceeded t
o make bad dietary decisions at walmart and got treated as if we were some sort of model celebs because we were dressed so 'strangely.'
o make bad dietary decisions at walmart and got treated as if we were some sort of model celebs because we were dressed so 'strangely.'i asked where Polaroid film was and the guy in electronics couldn't even mutter words at me. hah, i guess us kind is like gods over yonder.
then, it was time to fill up our tank. stopped in some sketch ass town, where we decided that it was crucial to leave our mark.
kept on driving for a while until we got brake checked by some asshole. actually, I'm not even sure you can call it that. I was driving during this stretch. I was going about 80 and the guy in front of me was going around 85: ahem, there was NO tailgating going on. He slams on his brakes and goes from 85 to 50 and I somehow manage to hit the brakes and not go out of control. Then, I'm scared and fucking furious. I speed up again and start actually tailgating him. He gets over and then starts driving like he's going to ram into the side of us. Katey calls the cops... who of fucking course don't ask anything worth value and the asswipe gets off of an exit. He made me miss the rest stop that i was going to relieve myself at after like 3 hours of not pissing and drinking copious amounts of Pepsi max. thank you, and suck my cock fuck ass.
we were scurrrred.
kept on driving for a while until we got brake checked by some asshole. actually, I'm not even sure you can call it that. I was driving during this stretch. I was going about 80 and the guy in front of me was going around 85: ahem, there was NO tailgating going on. He slams on his brakes and goes from 85 to 50 and I somehow manage to hit the brakes and not go out of control. Then, I'm scared and fucking furious. I speed up again and start actually tailgating him. He gets over and then starts driving like he's going to ram into the side of us. Katey calls the cops... who of fucking course don't ask anything worth value and the asswipe gets off of an exit. He made me miss the rest stop that i was going to relieve myself at after like 3 hours of not pissing and drinking copious amounts of Pepsi max. thank you, and suck my cock fuck ass.
we were scurrrred.the rest of the trip consisted of driving oober fast and finally getting to ky. i meet up with my ex Chris and see his dad, which was exciting because of all people in ky i miss him probably the most. When my dad had already moved to VA for his job he taught me how to drive! not spending dinner with them means no nightly beer pouring, funny jokes, or learning how to speak tagalog.
'i thought i recognized your laugh! what are you doing in Louisville?' perfect hello.
it's been like 2 years since the 3 years we were together. glad we're still friends, because how would i visit your dad if we weren't? :) Go out there, find someone good for you. You deserve it- quit working so hard at being a nuclear engineer. Life isn't about a career, Chris, so be on the lookout.
then, hell happened, but that my friends is not blog worthy.
Keith: I'm going to set my fucking father on you.
Jake: wish i could have told you more.
Visited Jake, but there's no picture for that since he got all reserved and OH NO because of his girlfriend. But, I'm not offended. Shit with Keith happened because i care about someone too. I wasn't afraid to say No, and that's a good thing you've got to be defensive when it comes to love, and I am proud of you. She's beautiful, and i wish i could have met her. I hope you made it to Indianapolis a-ok and that your bro enjoyed his present.
Now, comes time for my darling Amber. Other than a few people you are the only reason I come home. I love you and even though that damn Kentucky always forsakes me I'll always visit just so I can nom nom with you. Hah, Chili's was killer.
i love you, and am so happy to see you doing so well. <3
Then we drove home Katey off of a few hours of sleep and me off of none. She loves me so she drove first and let me nap. Then i drove most of the rest of the way- near the end hallucinating because of sleep deprivation. Katey took the wheel and woke me up when we finally pulled into the driveway telling me the same happened to her. The moment we crossed that border and stretched our arms in front of that WELCOME TO VA sign was the moment I knew i was home. I'll probably leave Richmond some day, but right now being home is so good. My body is exhausted from driving basically 16 hours straight and my eyes are heavy, but how the fuck can i seriously complain?
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