Cop: Okay Ms. Here we go. You're last. I think you'll be fine though. You just look like a good person. Me: *scared* Cop: That's a compliment, you know? Me: Oh. Liz: Yeah, Steph is the good kid. Cop: Okay... *holds out the breathalizer* Me: *breathes* Cop: Alright. You passed. Congrats. Me: *sigh* Cop: Well, it looks like you're all fine. But just be thankful. This won't be on your record or effect anything. You know- it's just not worth it. --- Those few blunt words will never ever leave my head... it's really not worth it. It sucks, but unfortunately I guess it takes a close call to realize that sometimes. We were really damn lucky and I have that to be thankful for. You can trust that I won't be doing too much sponatenous partying any time soon. Not like I was huge on it to begin with. @$c!jd2e#kdw$. Yes, that pretty much explains how I feel right now. Apparently I was getting dollars for kisses. Yeah, don't remember that. Me + Alcohol = bad news. Well, I've added this to my list of learning experiences and my list of stories to tell my kids someday. When I have them, that is. And well, if I have them. Oh nevermind. I actually don't even have a list. --- Well, life goes on. Obledi-obleda. Tonight I went to the Musuem of Art. I could of stayed there forever. I was so mezmorized by all of it, especially the insane contemporary stuff. It had total control over my moods. That's when you know it's good art. One piece would leave me feeling an extreme sense of happiness and then the next exhibit would leave me feeling terrified. --- Valentines Day is for love. Not bitching about being lonely and single. It's a day for those people who are not. It's a day for those people who are happy and have someone. So don't ruin it for them. Granted, it sucks being alone on this one day. I would know. But just deal with it. If it's that bad- go fall in love damnit. Plus, it's my sister's birthday... and that calls for celebration itself.