The Great Escape

I have to get the HELL out of here. Between my family, my bonehead highschool friends, and the Pleasantville monotony of my neighborhood (and the one next to it, and the one next to that one), I can't wait to get the hell out of dodge (read : Alpharetta; See also : Bumblefuck, GA). If it wasn't so important to have a second driver, I'd save the 45 minutes it'll take to pick Alan up and just drive straight up like a bat out of hell. And I'm sure as hell not going to put up with any granny-style driving from that meek piss-ant of a suitemate!

(deep breaths)

Alright.... I am fine now....

As irritating as I find Vlad, I'm starting to wonder what he'll do when he lands and finds that nobody is waiting for him. I sent him back a somewhat rude but incredibly clear text message, and I've yet to hear back from him. I'm thinking maybe I sent it after he got on the plane. How long is the flight from Russia, anyway? Any transfers expected? Give me some details, Vlad!

Alan, I want to make it clear that I don't think of you as a "piss-ant". That was the rage talking. For your own sake, while we're on the road, don't make the rage talk again.

Why am I wasting my precious sleep on this?

That is all.