i was a number for a day. it was wonderful.. tuesday i got my learner's permit. drove home. spent the rest of the week showing off that tiny piece of plastic. ahhh, wonderfuss.
but that seems like ages ago. i've been trying to post, but this crap always screws it up. whatever, though. here's something i like: being well known at a place. every week, we go to waffle house (with chris, but i hate him, so we'll try to avoid his mention...he even spurred a giant debate between dearest and i, but that's a different story for when i'm really just in a crappy mood). every week, the same waitress waits on us. it's gotten to where all she does is yell out, "same?" and we say, "yes, ma'am!" she's so good to us. she lets us do whatever we want in there, i swear. i don't even know her name, she doesn't know ours. but she knows our faces and our orders, and that's all that matters.
monday and tuesday have been declared "snow days" because there will be no gas. this terrifies me. i've been having nightmares about it. these men come and take gas stations and burn them, while everyone's sitting around crying. it's terrible. but enough about that. i was in a good mood when i started this, and darnit, i'll end it on a good note.
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
"Do whatever floats your boat, that's the way you gotta do it."
interesting. interesting, indeed.
2 comments:
fine. spam away. but don't say i didn't warn you.
Mine is:
"Is that so much to ask for? "
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