[keep on truckin']

the only thing more annoying than the registers that automatically write out your checks for you are the people who use them. i mean come on people. you have to sign them. pen is already in hand, why not just make the slightest bit more of an effort and fill the rest of the stupid thing out. it takes longer for the printer to fill it out than it would for you to. and you are holding up the line. the line that i don't really want to be in in the first place.

in completely unrelated news i may have become a stalker today. become, well reaffirmed my status. this guy drove by me in a red truck, so so cute, arms as big as my neck. i was all like, hello. eyes bugged out of my head, but i drove on, a few intersections later he passes in front of me. hello again. so i pulled out and was three cars behind him. "oh, maybe he'll stop for gas", i thought. "please get gas, please get gas." sure enough he stopped for gas. "hey, look at that, i need gas." so i pulled in next to him. h-h-hott. tight blue t, nice shorts, tennis shoes no socks, nice legs. i was dying. we finished about the same time so i may or may not have driven out of my way for a few streets hoping to see where his next stop was. once i saw that he was going further out of my way i turned and headed home. i love you red truck guy.

and i think i've fallen in love. his name is corduroy blazer from urban outfitters, and he will be mine. oh yes, he will be mine.