smashedpumpkin

In approximately thirty hours, I will be embarking on a 15 hour trip to the west coast in a car (mine) with two nice ladies who are creating iPod playlists featuring sing-along "favorites" such as Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Pour Some Sugar On Me, and YMCA. One of which has serious concerns that we are going to break down in Death Valley and die in the desert, not to mention points out the rapidly rising gas prices to me whenever she gets the chance.

When I return, I might actually know all of the words to a Journey song (I've held out this long!) and I will be able to tell you how many points are in that nice Chick-Fli- A salad you're eating, with or without dressing, without hesitation.

I'm excited though...I need a vacation. And there are always headphones.

I went to Wal-Mart and bought a duffle bag that was all folded up and now that I've unfolded it, it's clearly large enough to fit a body or two. It makes me feel creepy. I might leave it at home.