snarf.
okay, if you were wondering what the AHHHHHH!!! entry was in reference to, it was my road trip to Illinois. The wedding was great, the roadtrip NOT so great. I hate little towns, but I really hate little towns in Illinois. They smell funny. Come to think of it, I hate being cooped up in a minivan. I hate minivans. I hate little roads with cornfields and soybean fields and nothing but those for MILES and MILES and the fog in the middle of the night gets REALLY dense and someone (COUGH COUGH SHITTY DRIVER COUGH COUGH) keeps stamping on the brake and then hitting the gas all the way through the damn area...in fact, I was flipping a coin whether to rip off my skin or throw myself out of the side door. I hate crappy gas stations located in the middle of nowhere where the CREEPIEST guy EVER I don't know where they fucking find these people, but jumping jehovahs on speed!! these attendants are bordering on carnie folk creepiness!!! I hate having to zombie shuffle into said gas station with pajama pants on, bed head hair, and no makeup with circles ten shades of purple from no sleep because I'm so desensitized from the stamping of brake and gas that I rather NOT care whether previously said creepy carnie man at counter sees me shuffle to bathroom in that condition or not. I hate having to puff down a ciggie in less than 4.0 seconds clocked (believe me, we were bored, and we CLOCKED it!! MAUHAHA) just so we could rush around EVERYwhere we went. One day, I will attend a wedding where I do not have to rush WHATSOEVER!!! DAMMIT I MEAN IT TOO!!! Even with all the planning of preparing for this wedding, it seems others had to throw in their ideas to the recipe and botch up our trip. anyway, driving to almost the border of Wisconsin has brought out alot of things I never knew I hated. Thanks, "trip". I owe you one.
In fact, I think I lost another little piece o' sanity.
YAY for me.
I took a billion pics, and I'm getting them developed here in the next week or so. I will post a pic of me in a dress...GASP...
OH YEAH! I hate hotels that serve little debbies for breakfast. I mean CMON are we that white trash of a hotel that you are seriously going to RESTOCK the little debbie brownies, I mean my god someone might wake up with a hella hunger pang and knock down their door in protest if there is NO little debbie brownies....I've never heard of a hotel so lazy that they would claim they serve breakfast, then let you stumble in STARVING to find nothing but sugar and cholestorel packed diabetes inducing junk food!! Maybe when I was 5 I would enjoy that, but give me some credit...I have grown some! and debbies for breakfast ain't happening...so I made sure we took a pic of me with my "breakfast of champions" and you shall see, there was fritos and crappy coffee and tang for all the eye could see!
In fact, I think I lost another little piece o' sanity.
YAY for me.
I took a billion pics, and I'm getting them developed here in the next week or so. I will post a pic of me in a dress...GASP...
OH YEAH! I hate hotels that serve little debbies for breakfast. I mean CMON are we that white trash of a hotel that you are seriously going to RESTOCK the little debbie brownies, I mean my god someone might wake up with a hella hunger pang and knock down their door in protest if there is NO little debbie brownies....I've never heard of a hotel so lazy that they would claim they serve breakfast, then let you stumble in STARVING to find nothing but sugar and cholestorel packed diabetes inducing junk food!! Maybe when I was 5 I would enjoy that, but give me some credit...I have grown some! and debbies for breakfast ain't happening...so I made sure we took a pic of me with my "breakfast of champions" and you shall see, there was fritos and crappy coffee and tang for all the eye could see!