if it keeps on raining, the levee's going to break

i'm not the world's most spectacular driver.

when you get into a car with me, i'm afraid. i'm afraid that i'm going to kill you, or in the case of melissa and mot, give you wicked bad whiplash. or in the case of my sister, freak you the fuck right out. or in the case of the deer- paralyze you and leave you to die in a ditch. or in the case of my mother- well, actually i'm usually not that freaked out with mom. i just worry about my road rage coming out.

but one thing i do pride myself on is stopping.

i don't understand why it's so difficult for drivers to come to a full and complete stop at stop signs. or to slow down and yield at yield signs. or to come to a stop if the light has turned yellow.

however, i do understand the necessity i have a pedestrian to master the art of what i would affectionatly like to call fly'n'leap- you know, that massive spring-hop-leap you do to get out of the way of something big and steel and metal and killer hurling at you?

i really got to execute it today.

car- zero. megs- one fucking lucky bastard.