Random quote for the day:
Jun. 11th, 2008 06:48 pm-Eric's girlfriend Libby (who basically lives at our house), about V8.
This is me, sitting in my living room, freezing, feeling...odd, and not wanting to go pick up the pink room, because then I'll have to remember that Andrew was here last night, and now he's gone. :(
(Sidebar: if you aren't going to want to hear about how crazy I am about Andrew, you'd do well to stop reading this journal for the foreseeable future. He makes me so happy, and I'm going to talk about it.)
Anyways, in lieu of doing something useful, I'm going to babble!
You know what really pisses me off? When people don't pull over and stop for firetrucks/police cars/ambulances.
It happened on my way home from the store just now (I got ingredients for s'mores, which ROCK) and It's not ok.
I pulled over to let the firetrucks by, and people actually pulled around me and kept going. I wanted to get out and hit them. Who does that?
Maybe it's just cause my dad and uncle and brother are all firemen, but these people are risking their lives to protect the public, and the least you assholes could do is pull over for a second and let them by. Oh, and did I mention that it's the LAW?
And I don't care how many lanes there are, or how far away the vehicles in question are, you see flashing lights, you pull to the right and stop. That's it, end of story.
Grrrrr.