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I'm home! and it feels so good, you have no idea how relieved i am to be on vacation and not think about work or school or really much of anything besides joel for the next three weeks.
the ride wasn't too bad- a little warm and humid but i made really good time...ironic thing is, i was going about 85/90 mph at one point and nobody stopped me or pulled me over, but then when i got into greendale and was going down that damn hill by the tennis courts, i get pulled over for doing 50 in a 40. the guy was a jackass and i couldn't get my license out of the window in my wallet, so i had to rip my wallet, and he's like, "well don't BREAK it" and i wanted to say a big FUCK YOU but didn't, instead i cried. i was literally 3 miles from home, i was sweaty, i was tired, still a little hungover, and for fucks sake i didn't want to be pulled over (in the Sentry parking lot, no less, by the time he got behind me) when i was so close to home i could smell it.
but he let me off with a smart remark ("i'm going to let you go, you'll need that money to buy yourself a new wallet") as if it was some FAVOR he was doing me, fucking cop. greendale cops = suck.
::sigh:: but now i'm going to go lie in the hammock and nap and read until joel is done with work and we can snuggle to our little heart's content.
the ride wasn't too bad- a little warm and humid but i made really good time...ironic thing is, i was going about 85/90 mph at one point and nobody stopped me or pulled me over, but then when i got into greendale and was going down that damn hill by the tennis courts, i get pulled over for doing 50 in a 40. the guy was a jackass and i couldn't get my license out of the window in my wallet, so i had to rip my wallet, and he's like, "well don't BREAK it" and i wanted to say a big FUCK YOU but didn't, instead i cried. i was literally 3 miles from home, i was sweaty, i was tired, still a little hungover, and for fucks sake i didn't want to be pulled over (in the Sentry parking lot, no less, by the time he got behind me) when i was so close to home i could smell it.
but he let me off with a smart remark ("i'm going to let you go, you'll need that money to buy yourself a new wallet") as if it was some FAVOR he was doing me, fucking cop. greendale cops = suck.
::sigh:: but now i'm going to go lie in the hammock and nap and read until joel is done with work and we can snuggle to our little heart's content.