Against all expectations

03/07/04 11:27:43pm, Mischief Managed.

EDIT: It's a girl. Statistics of various sizes.

Kitchen Remodel of Edit: Anyone with an extra ounce of human feeling, please give it to me. I need it.

New Windows of Edit: Yes, I ripped the idea off from trollprincess. Deal, it amuses me.

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As I was falling asleep last night, I started thinking (it wasn't a dream) that I was in the Sainsbury's in Oxford, in the corner by the yogurt.

I nearly started crying when I thought that I might never see it again.

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In every single survey conducted regarding car/human interaction, the car wins.

So my advice to all those Seattlites at the Market today?

My car outweighs you. Yes, even you, fatso. Also, I hate you. Yes, even the cute widdle baby in the stwoller. ESPECIALLY the cute widdle baby!

So please, let's not try to see if I've ever developed self control. Let's just not cross in front of my car in such numbers. You were blocking traffic all the way out to First Avenue. THIS IS BAD.

I wonder if I could hit a bunch of people and claim they "were asking for it?"

Oh, and to the person in the Jeep, who didn't understand what I was doing when I created a lane so that I could get to the top of the hill and hopefully over the edge - I was TRYING not to hit you, you moron, when my car rolled back down the hill! It's a stick! Not all of us drive your loser-mobile, and some of us enjoy driving enough to actually WANT to use a stick shift.

On the other hand, I always laugh when I ride in my mom's car. It's an automatic, and I just feel bad for the poor thing as it revs to get into the next gear.

...dang. I think my relationship with cars is not good. But they make sense, which is more than can be said for anything alive.