I made it to Michelle's and even if I wanted to leave...I cant. I'm sure everyone who is reading this knows what is going down here on the south coast. It's called Rita. And all the freeways are COMPLETELY backed up. It took 8 hours for my friends mom to make it from the east side of Houston to the west. And she is still here. Stuck. And you can't get off and turn around because it takes and hour and a half to move one car length...you are not going anywhere. And if you are still there when this bitch hits, pray to God...because you might not make it. I went to the corner store to get some soda earlier and 1960 looked like the parking lot of a camp site. There were people on the side of the road camped out for miles. All of them trying to get on to I45. Cars going the WRONG way on the street just to get SOMEWHERE. Insanity. Complete craziness. People standing in the street because their cars were out of gas. And it's not like you know, you're driving and you see someone randomly on the side of the road. I am talking like people standing in the middle of the road in CROWDS and cars trying to move AROUND them. NO COPS. Needless to say, I got my soda and hauled ass back to the apartment. It's safer here. I am not going anywhere until shit gets straight....because the last thing I need is to be mixed up in all that shit. For ME: Jesus, Lord, I know you are on your way here. I have accepted you into my heart and believe in you and LOVE you. It's ganna be great to meet again.... Floaters from the orange hot fire chee-toes... eww. B