So I'm pissed, really really pissed. It's bad enough that cops sit around and hide in dark corners waiting for someone to speed past them so they can pull them over and feel like big, tough guys, but when I get pulled over for doing absolutely NOTHING wrong, I get pissed. Well, technically, it wasn't me who got pulled over. Here's how it went ( Read more... )

I think it's one of those times to think aloud, or on paper, or computer.... whatever.

*Begin long-winded rambling*

I wonder sometimes why I think the things I think, dream the things I dream, say the things I say, but mostly I wonder why I feel the things I feel. I feel like I think so much sometimes, like I feel too much sometimes. Then I feel ( Read more... )