blustocking | like a drug, she said....like a drug

First...

Guess who's driving HOME? That's right, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I typed "font sex" instead of "font size" by accident when I was typing that O_o Heh.)

And yes, I said home. I drove to work today, illegally. S'right, cause I'm such a REBELLIOUS young thing. :o And the DMV handed me a temporary license that said NOTHING about being restricted. So as far as I can tell...I can drive...anywhere. Goddamn. God. Damn. This is such a relief. You have no idea...well maybe you do...but...yeah. *grins from ear to ear*

This morning, I went to my car to get my glasses. I thought I might need them for an eye test or some such. I reached into my car, I was already running almost an hour late and the thought of taking the bus just punched me in the face. I started walking to the bus stop, turned back around, and got in my car. I figured if they didn't give me my license today, I could just leave the car at work. It's a good thing I DID drive too, because after I got on the freeway, I realized I left my proof of insurance at home and had to turn around and go get it. Control, fucking freedom to do what you need, want, to do.

This morning, driving to work just after rush hour. The 405 was still quite busy, because the only time it ISN'T is at around 3am. So I took Sepulveda Pass. I love the Pass, as I love driving Laurel Canyon, PCH, with good music, some nice KCRW playing. I'm a junky with her fix. I admit it. I love driving. Los Angeles nearly kills that in me, not Los Angeles...the people. It is like a drug, the high highs, the low lows. The anxiety created by a wall of brake lights, the need for speeeeeeeeed. The exhilaration of weaving creatively through traffic, the sexy maneuvers...as I used to call them. Some of you know what I'm talking about. I feel so much more clear-headed after driving by myself. I do my best thinking, my best preparation while driving. The bus is different, it's stifling. I read other people's thoughts rather than concentrate on my own. Not to say that I will not utilize the bus any longer, as now I know how useful it is and it was at times, but now...now. No more 3 hours to get to and from work. No more late night, hour long waits at questionable bus stops...such a significant drop in harassment. Controlled freedom. I could leave, if I wanted to. I could and that makes all the difference. I don't like being dependent.

I think I'll actually go eat something now. Then I'ma gonna work so I can go the fuck home.
:)

:D :D :D :D :D :D

****