my mom was like "I can't believe how relaxed Daddy is when you're driving" and I'm like "yeah, well, he knows I'ma good driver" and she's like "yeah but he's never that relaxed when *I* drive" and i'm like "yes and there in fact you might have discovered the reason..." and she's like "Yeah but I'm an excellent driver!" and i'm like "........... uh..... that's an opinion, certainly...."
This is my driving update of the day. Too tired now.
Feel sorta warm and fuzzy, partly cuz it's bloody hot here. Partly cuz it's cool to have a bf who's one of your best friends, too- when I got on ICQ, I asked R what he was doing, and he said he was darkening the lines of one of his sketches in pen, so I was like "You mean you're a tracer?" and he's like "IT'S NOT TRACING! I'M AN INKER!!" LMAO! (if you don't get that, you're a Kevin-Smith-ignorant-twat.) :) I like being in synch. Makes me feel understood.
Realized yesterday that, funnily enough, I don't have much teen angst now. I often have fights (sometimes with myself), but not angst. Angst is about fear of instability. I've had a pretty stable environment for the last year. Suits me.
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