ktron

for a former s.e.a.c. member to make her darling boyfriend come all the way from knoxville to pick her up tomorrow evening? i'm perfectly capable of driving myself, i just don't want to, dammit. it's his weekend to come here. and i have a far greater dislike of driving. but we need to look at apartments.

why does my fossil fuel conscience have to be so freakin' naggy?!? "his car takes nearly twice as much gas. so by doubling the route and parking the blue box, you're QUADRUPLING the cost and ickiness."

must decide my evil level by lunchtime tomorrow....

oh, and while i'm here. happy birthday tomorrow, angie, if you happen to wander by! (or is it the next day? i'm so horrid with dates...) and happy birthday sunday, mom, but i sorta hope you're not wandering by. not that i don't love you, but... my mom's being fantastically understanding about the fact that i'm rather sick of living out of a laundry hamper and thus don't want to stop by there for her b-day. maybe it's just because i'm leaving it soon, but i have this sudden wish to stay near my apartment and not drive anywhere.

i need to quit being so damned clingy. to boyfriends, to apartments, to anything.

speaking of laundry hampers and suggesting static... yeah, ought to get going on that.