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the_dala at 10:45pm on 17/09/2004
the_dala at 10:45pm on 17/09/2004The word of the night, boys and girls, is 'fuck.' As in:
Only hit one light going up 235 -- fuck yeah!
Where the fuck is the fucking parkway? (once parkway is found) Where the fuck is the fucking hotel? (once hotel has been found, dinner has been eaten, and it's time to go home) Where the fuck is the fucking exit?
Who fucked with the lane dividers on Route 4? What fucking lane am I in?
If I don't dig my nails into this steering wheel, I'm going to be blown right the fuck off the bridge into the Chesapeake Bay.
Turn your fucking brights off, asshole!
Where the fuck is Indian Bridge again?
It is too fucking dark out here.
It is Parents Weekend, you see, and I met my parents at their hotel in Solomons Island. Needless to say, neither half of the journey went particularly well (except for making it past the red-light trap on 235. Fuckin' A, baby).
This is really pretty silly. I've only been at school three weeks, and I'm a sophomore to boot. But it got cancelled last weekend because of Hurricane Isabel, and I'm an only child, so they get to do this once and once only. Doesn't mean they're dragging me on that stupid skipjack cruise tomorrow, though.
Back to lovely Horatio, then some writing, then bed, then waking up way too early on a Saturday morning.
Only hit one light going up 235 -- fuck yeah!
Where the fuck is the fucking parkway? (once parkway is found) Where the fuck is the fucking hotel? (once hotel has been found, dinner has been eaten, and it's time to go home) Where the fuck is the fucking exit?
Who fucked with the lane dividers on Route 4? What fucking lane am I in?
If I don't dig my nails into this steering wheel, I'm going to be blown right the fuck off the bridge into the Chesapeake Bay.
Turn your fucking brights off, asshole!
Where the fuck is Indian Bridge again?
It is too fucking dark out here.
It is Parents Weekend, you see, and I met my parents at their hotel in Solomons Island. Needless to say, neither half of the journey went particularly well (except for making it past the red-light trap on 235. Fuckin' A, baby).
This is really pretty silly. I've only been at school three weeks, and I'm a sophomore to boot. But it got cancelled last weekend because of Hurricane Isabel, and I'm an only child, so they get to do this once and once only. Doesn't mean they're dragging me on that stupid skipjack cruise tomorrow, though.
Back to lovely Horatio, then some writing, then bed, then waking up way too early on a Saturday morning.
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