All I want to do is go home and listen to some Willie Nelson and drive around too fast in my old Jeep and take naps outside.
And it's not that I don't appreciate my Civic. It's always been good to me. But it just doesn't feel...cool. And it has killer airbags.
In my latest bout with senioritis, I've been watching a lot of the Olympics. After the closing ceremonies last night, I was lucky enough to catch The Marriage Ref, which made me nearly laugh myself to death in my post-studying stupor.
Silly? Definitely. Did I almost pee my pants after the dog got stuffed and it was even creepier looking than before? Definitely.