Really? Am I always one step behind or some shit? Gonna have to find another trucker now who's willing to drive cross country with me. Maybe this one won't like irritable middle aged men who look like hobos and carry various weapons on their person that they can't use on the goddamn truckers because that would mean trouble.
Ava's back. Don't really know what to say at this point. It's already been said. She's coming over to The Land of the Free and The Home of the Brave. Hehe, should be fun for her.
Saw it the other day. Hanging around near the eighteen wheeler I was hitching a ride in. Had to split if I didn't want the weirdo to get taken by it. Sucks, but I'll find someone else. Things have calmed down a little bit, it seems. That's nice, I don't particularly like having to remember five thousand stories going on at once. Y'know, when I started this stupid blog I wasn't planning on talking to this many people. Hell, I dunno why so many of you seem keen on keeping up with me- I'm not exactly best friend material if you hadn't noticed, and that's not ever changing. I hate this...caring for other people business. It's what gets people killed in the first place.
Fuck, I'll end this feelings and shit post before I start to sound like a teenage girl who got dumped right before prom night.
I guess...keep yourselves outta trouble. Whatever.