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( Devoted )
I'm out tomorrow, so my crack-addled coworkers have decided to DRIVE ME UP THE WALL.
*screams*
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My idea of not-fun? Driving down the road at 65 miles an hour (interstate, thank god) with an SUV so far up my ass that I honestly and truly could not see it's headlights. And I'm in a Toyota Carolla.
He wouldn't pass me. Why? I don't know. There was room. But he wouldn't pass. So what did I do?
Tap the brakes.
Yeah, that didn't work. He stayed up my ass. So I played the passive agressive card and started slowing down. *g* By the time I exited to my house, we had gone from 65 to 35 miles an hour.
I can be a good bitch.
***
I dreamed last night. I dreamed that the Fall Festival was going on in Asheboro (it actually happened two weeks ago so...) and that John Glover was coming to it. He had![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kryptonsite buy him an 8:10 ticket to the Festival, thinking it would be slow that early in the morning.
(Important note...I have no clue *why* there were tickets for it, because there are *never* tickets to the Fall Festival. *snort* And please note that my dream had Craig becoming his unofficially official personal assistant. *G*)
Of course that was the busy time, so we were all worried that he'd get swamped.
And then a friend and I went to the mall, which we wandered through.
And then we went...somewhere, and Elliott Sadler was there, and he was sitting in his suitcase, and I called him "Shaggy", which actually went over well, and I remembered that I was supposed to convey a message to him fromplum_evil, to shake the sand out of his shoes. From Talladega. Which suddenly was in Daytona Beach.
I'd like to point out that the plot of this dream got progressively weirder as it went on. And that at one point, there was porn. Somewhere between JG and Ellyut.
*screams*
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My idea of not-fun? Driving down the road at 65 miles an hour (interstate, thank god) with an SUV so far up my ass that I honestly and truly could not see it's headlights. And I'm in a Toyota Carolla.
He wouldn't pass me. Why? I don't know. There was room. But he wouldn't pass. So what did I do?
Tap the brakes.
Yeah, that didn't work. He stayed up my ass. So I played the passive agressive card and started slowing down. *g* By the time I exited to my house, we had gone from 65 to 35 miles an hour.
I can be a good bitch.
***
I dreamed last night. I dreamed that the Fall Festival was going on in Asheboro (it actually happened two weeks ago so...) and that John Glover was coming to it. He had
kryptonsite buy him an 8:10 ticket to the Festival, thinking it would be slow that early in the morning. (Important note...I have no clue *why* there were tickets for it, because there are *never* tickets to the Fall Festival. *snort* And please note that my dream had Craig becoming his unofficially official personal assistant. *G*)
Of course that was the busy time, so we were all worried that he'd get swamped.
And then a friend and I went to the mall, which we wandered through.
And then we went...somewhere, and Elliott Sadler was there, and he was sitting in his suitcase, and I called him "Shaggy", which actually went over well, and I remembered that I was supposed to convey a message to him from
plum_evil, to shake the sand out of his shoes. From Talladega. Which suddenly was in Daytona Beach.I'd like to point out that the plot of this dream got progressively weirder as it went on. And that at one point, there was porn. Somewhere between JG and Ellyut.
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