sassitude

I did something productive yesterday, and filled out my Fafsa for school! Go me!

I've decided that I'm going to die in a car crash. I've almost gotten into an accident several times in the past couple of weeks. This will probably scare most of you, and make you never want to drive with me, and I'm okay with that because maybe you shouldn't. I've been a little afraid of the road lately. I think after one big scare outside of work the other day, all of my confidence about driving has diminished.

Last night I hung out with the guy I met a couple of days ago again. We exchanged phone numbers. He is a really nice guy, but I refuse to let myself get excited over it, because that is just a recipe for disaster. So I shrug, and say "meh", because that is the smart thing to do.