I'm staying at J's tonight. He's at work and it's storming and I'm kinda creeped out for some reason. I love it when his roommate is out of town, it means I can pretty much move in for my week off and this is good for me since I sometimes hate being at home. I promised him I'd do the dishes, there's so many though. I keep putting it off. I ordered pizza because it's my last night before I go back to eating healthy, so I'm piling it in. Well, that was the plan but I've barely eaten anything and I'm stuffed. I hate when that happens. I still have some Ben and Jerry's to slather onto my potbelly.
Man, his roommates cat is ugly and annoying. I'm so glad I have cute cats. The roomies cat has this extremely loud horrible meow and whenever it makes noise J automatically yells FUCK YOU, it's kinda funny, I guess you have to be there.
I haven't ran anything over in a long time, but the other day this squirrel was running across the road, and I didn't slow down because it had plenty of time to get across and I wouldn't have even been close to it, but then it doubled back and pretty much threw itself under my moving vehicle. I heard the "thump" and looked in my rear view mirror, and it was still trying to move and sorta ran/spasmed into the weeds on the side of the road and I seriously started crying. I hope it didn't suffer. Yeah, it's only a squirrel, but I hate that shit. It happened like 3 days ago and I'm still all haunted by it.
Other things I have killed by committing vehicular animal slaughter: a couple birds, a cat (that really sucked), and a rabbit that lodged itself into the bumper/grill area of my car and I brought it home with me and I made my dad get rid of it, I couldn't even look.
I don't get how people get joy out of killing animals. I know some hunting is necessary, I get that, but actually loving it and getting a boner over it? So fucked up people.
The trip to Detroit was fun, except for the traffic jam on 94, we were stopped for about an hour. There was an accident and we got to see some people get hauled off in a helicopter and all that, so at least we had something to watch. I hope they're OK. The west bound lane had it even worse, we were moving along finally and their side was backed up for at least 10 miles. There were people out of their cars throwing a football and frisbees and playing cards and shit. We kept driving and saw cars coming up on the traffic jam and we were like "oooooh shit, they don't even know! haha!"
Anyway, when we finally got there, we had so much fun. I don't remember the last time I got a good buzz on and danced, probably some wedding, but I did and it was probably embarrassing, but what the fuck ever, ya know? Good times.