Monday, June 25, 2007

My 10 year high school reunion is in a coupla days.
I didn't really care for high school; in fact, you might say that I hated it.
So, am I going?
Of course not.
Am I slightly curious.
Of course.

The only way I'd even consider attending is as a fly on the wall...or if I was coming back to town after jumping way off the radar after 10 years of military/hit-man duties.

"It's a growth industry."

Sunday, June 10, 2007

I got a speeding ticket on Memorial Day weekend for going 78 miles per hour.
Now, I don't deny that I was speeding--the posted limit was 65, but this is Utah. Everybody drives AT LEAST 10 miles over and if you don't you are tailgated (sp), honked at, and generally spat upon. And I was really, really, really, only following the flow of traffic. Why he chose to pull me over? (maybe he saw the baby sun shields on both of my back windows) I dunno.

And what's the deal with the highway patrolman acting like he's a nice guy by writing out the citation for only going 5 over? What's the difference if the fine is 92 bucks or 120? It's still coming out of my poor student butt.