We are never ever ever getting back together.
At lunch, we passed a bar. There was a 92 S-10 outside with "Win Me!" on the windshield. Some prize.
Livejournals are for suckas
When people say I'm gonna regret this in the morning. I sleep till the afternoon because I'm a problem solver.
10 hours driving Friday
15 hours driving Sunday.
*collapses at work*
Worth it.