Driving Ms. Crazy

So today...

I DROVE. In the car. On the Road. Like twenty non-consecutive frikkin miles.

I can drive in the street, little petals 'neath my feet.

I can drive all down the road, jeez this little poem is such a load.

I wish there weren't so many trucks.

But it's cool cuz I drove through Startbucks.

Wow, that was lame. But I'm excited so whatever.

This rolling blog I wish to sever.

:D I even parked the car in the garage!

(I'm so tense I could use a massage...)

Crumble Dream; Crumbling

[Had this dream a few days ago. Want to turn it into a song. Don’t know who he is, but I could wager a guess…]

He reaches into his shirt pocket and fished out a carton- pretty fresh with just one or two sticks missing. He leans into the box and takes one out with his teeth, other hand already searching his pockets for a light.

“Here,” I hand him my own lighter and he grunts his thanks, cupping the tip and flame as they kiss and consume.

He takes a deep, long drag and his shoulders slump forward and his entire body relaxes. When he finally glances back at me, it seems as if he’s just realized that I’m here. Almost as an afterthought, he offers me the carton half-heartedly, as if he can already hear the words of rejection forming on my tongue. I swallow them down and start over with a shrug.

“Sure, thanks.” I choose my first carefully, and put it to my lips. Amused, he lights it for me and when I can’t hold my breath any longer, I breathe in.

The flame, the tobacco, the cigarette all crumble between my lips.

Permitted

So today I took my permit test at the DMV.

I was so nervous looking down at the unnaturally long page, printed out with question after question. How much must your child weigh before it's allowed in the front seat? You're at a T-intersection on a through street and another car meets you, who goes first?What is the California speed limit for alleys?

The obvious answers- when it's fat enough to stay put in a collision, whoever got there first, and it depends on the alley- were either considered incorrect when it came time to grade my test or were sound absent completely.

As I stood watching the nice DMV worker scratch all up and down my test, I suddenly found myself quite frightened of not passing the test. Suddenly, I wanted to have the privilege of driving, and I was certain that I'd already failed. It was my own fault, I decided, for reading only half the DMV Driving Book.

The woman handed me back my test with a giant MINUS EIGHT across the front and I stared.

"Does this mean I passed?"

"Yup," she responded with a smile, "Congratulations."

As she printed out my permit i could think but one thing; California really needs to raise their standards.

Reset

So Melissa told me to write a blog... and I remembered that I do, in fact, have a blogger account (only for checking up on Daniel Waters and the zombie community he's built up, as I swore off blogging precisely a million years ago).

Imagine my surprise when I realized that I've blogged up in here, too!

I don't have much to report for today, except that I've scanned the previous blogs and suggest that no one ever, ever read them. I suggest this with the dire severity of one who simply cannot figure out how to delete the excessively wordy bits off of my virtual "Dashboard."

Oh, I'm reading the An Ideal Husband; I read The Importance of Being Earnest over the weekend and it was trey magnifique. I've decided that whether or not Oscar and I are one in the same, (due to a happy coincidence of reincarnation) I will always stand for what he believed in: eccentricity, wit, and- above all things- love.

Enough of the cheese-whiz,

-Bee