Singing- while- Driving

I talk to myself while driving sometimes. occasionally  often. Today I had full- out conversations with myself. Enjoy.

“To-the-bank, to-the-bank, to-the-bank. Toooo the BAAAAAAAAANK!”

*after a police car passes by, strikes up imaginary conversation* “What? Of course I wasn’t talking to myself officer. Haha…. I was, uh…. bluetooth! Yeah people still have bluetooth, right?”

“To the bank? To the bank! To-the-bank, to-the-bank, to-the-baaaaaank!”

*neh, neh, neh, Well you can suck my dick! Ugh, I hate when people get all senstive about that like, ‘Oh, I didn’t know you had a-‘ IT’S METAPHORICAL BITCH!”

*lady drops her cigarette in the middle of the street^ “Oh nice lady, real nice. Couldn’t go the extra 10 feet to the trash can- ash tray …thingy… they still have those right?”


Me VS. Procrastination

“I should blog.”

“No, no you just got back from the bank! Which sucked.¬†Reward yourself with Netflix.”

“But Mom’s watching Netflix on the Wii and my phone’s dead and I really should…”

“Nah. You can do it later.”

“But I haven’t blogged in a really long time…”


“But I need to-”

“Shhh, relax.”




“Good, now go take a nap or something.”

*defeated* “Okay.”

Me VS. Procrastination