Wednesday, January 25, 2012

fingers drum steering wheel..

  Sheesh..145 or so completely boring looking cars grinding by at about 3 mph. I'm going to lay in a stock of cans of spray paint in the trunk of my car for the next time I get stuck at this crossing.

Idle minds churn weirdness;
"This is a work of fiction. If you recognize yourself and you don't like what you read, you are guilty and should shut up and go away cause I know where the bodies are buried. If you like what you read about yourself, send flowers. Or money."


arlee said...

now if you can convey that with facial expressions in the rear view mirror to the guy behind you in the line-up...........

Deb said...

I WAS ALONE!! that's the only reason I thought about the spray paint!