Today I went for a drive in a big blue van and took some sunny country lanes to go to the store in the small town not far away and I got passed by an old man in a green minivan cos I was only going 30 cos that felt like super speed racer to me cos I haven't driven a car in like 9 years (also known as I just got into a car without having a freaking anxiety attack. I rule). And I don't even have a license but that's okay. I explained the cop situation in the post entitled 'my english is superb.'
Anyway, I saw my friend's mum at the store where she's worked for ever and chased her down and made her stop working for a couple of minutes and then I tottered around the store because I was kinda freaked out that I drove and I was excited and stuff and I forgot my sleepytime tea so now I have to go back. Oh no. Whatever will I do. Shucks.
I forgot how lovely the countryside is this time of year, so I stopped to take some photos of the railroad tracks this girl I used to hang out with (in fact she's mentioned in the post entitled 'my english is superb' as well) ramped her car off of and we sped into the corn feild because right after the tracks is a curve. Man, that was awesome. She totally freaked the fuck out too. (Kaotix...that was on the road that leads up to your old pad, near Kent Switch...member?!)
Anyway, I got me some Fritos and some Dr pepper and some food for Fred and came back and checked my sitemeter because I like to see what's goin on in the world of my blog. I check more for who came from where (what blog/what country) rather than how many hits I've gotten in a day and I decided that I would share with everyone my exciting list of hits from around the world, in order from most to least. (This is seriously so freaking exciting for me.)
My blog is exotic!
Oh yeah, and Gephyro (my littlest brother, also mentioned in 'my english is superb'), your car is out of gas. And the fabric ceiling interior stuff is falling in and I am scared I am going to meet something big black and hairy with eight legs that's as big as your hand because it lives in your volvo. | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/27/2006 06:57:00 pm |
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Anyway, I saw my friend's mum at the store where she's worked for ever and chased her down and made her stop working for a couple of minutes and then I tottered around the store because I was kinda freaked out that I drove and I was excited and stuff and I forgot my sleepytime tea so now I have to go back. Oh no. Whatever will I do. Shucks.
I forgot how lovely the countryside is this time of year, so I stopped to take some photos of the railroad tracks this girl I used to hang out with (in fact she's mentioned in the post entitled 'my english is superb' as well) ramped her car off of and we sped into the corn feild because right after the tracks is a curve. Man, that was awesome. She totally freaked the fuck out too. (Kaotix...that was on the road that leads up to your old pad, near Kent Switch...member?!)
Anyway, I got me some Fritos and some Dr pepper and some food for Fred and came back and checked my sitemeter because I like to see what's goin on in the world of my blog. I check more for who came from where (what blog/what country) rather than how many hits I've gotten in a day and I decided that I would share with everyone my exciting list of hits from around the world, in order from most to least. (This is seriously so freaking exciting for me.)
- United States
- Canada
- United Kingdom
- Australia
- Germany
- Netherlands
- Singapore
- Hong Kong
- Malaysia
- Japan
- France
- Denmark
- India
- United Arab Emirates
- Romania
- Vietnam
- Bermuda
- Colombia
- Sweden
- Slovenia
- Norway
- Puerto Rico
- Lithuania
- Chile
- Brazil
- Belgium
My blog is exotic!
Oh yeah, and Gephyro (my littlest brother, also mentioned in 'my english is superb'), your car is out of gas. And the fabric ceiling interior stuff is falling in and I am scared I am going to meet something big black and hairy with eight legs that's as big as your hand because it lives in your volvo. | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/27/2006 06:57:00 pm |
