Note To Self
Taking a weekend road trip to a dance convention in California with guy friends may just end in a shut the fuck up you piece of shit or I’m gonna ram your precious car off the highway with all of us in it while I’m behind the wheel.
It was not a very good weekend. Mental stability was not my friend in the crowded ballroom.
And sorry, A, I won’t wreck your car. Thanks for being our car-lender person and putting up with my insanity. I know, I’m a mess.
Current Mood:
Alarmed