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The Journal of Michele Schottelkorb what i meant to say,
02/03/2005 06:32 p.m.
when i wrote the poem "changing lanes" was: "They make turn signals for a FUCKING reason, mister."
Sorry... bad morning drive, again...
i guess enough people have to die before something is done (on an average, where i live, when there is an accident on the freeway or straightaways, 95% of the time, it is a fatality accident, because of the rate of speed)...
Fight Club in progress... "On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero. ~Chapter 2"... out here, our time line seems kind of short this morning...
I am currently Sarcastic
I am listening to Jeff Buckley
| Member Comments on this Entry |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/04/05 at 01:58 PM I hope to eventually own a car again, but I hate driving in rush hour traffic, so I'd probably continue to bus it to work. When I was married, I'd drop my wife off at work, then drive to my own job. At night the process was reversed, and I found that that one hour's drive home at night more stressful than the 7.5 hours I'd spent at work. |
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