Just Another Girl On The IRT

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Thursday, December 22, 2005

Once, twice, three times a loser

The beat goes on...And on the third day we walked.

I was lucky enough to be extended amnesty from the unlikeliest source. My ex-boyfriend. Taking pity on my dire straits in spite of a bad breakup, he offered to drive me into work this morning. It's the little things like that that almost make me wanna book a room at the Mercer for a quickie as a thank-you. But then again, I did say almost.

I now understand why his license has been suspended twice in the past. He's the most manic motorist I've ever had the misfortune of being a passenger with. After nearly sideswiping a taxi while trying to merge on Boerum Place, I temporarily had to renounce the bile-soaked aftertaste of organized religion to recite a few Hail Marys.

But thankfully, all limbs are still in tact.

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link | Shot from the lip by TriniPrincess at 10:59 AM |

Blogger Berry commented at 12/22/2005 05:19:00 PM~  

I LOVE that picture. By the way cheers!

Blogger Michael commented at 12/22/2005 06:13:00 PM~  

Great picture. Hi-larious entry!

Blogger Mealone commented at 12/22/2005 09:38:00 PM~  

LOL! Just tell him what I tell my fortunate drivers "I am my parents favorite child so please....be easy on the gas pedal"

Stay safe Trini! You know I love ya!

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