Driving Down the One-Oh-One...

Driving home is such an intimate and enjoyable experience for me. I get to blast my power love ballads (thank you, Celine and Whitney) and sing along at the top of my lungs. And no, you'll probably never get a chance to hear my falsetto. It's reserved for VIPs only (namely, myself). Chances are if you're reading this, however, you've probably experienced my vocal talents.

So, I made it home. I got to speed the whole way and didn't see a single law enforcement officer. Luck was on my side again, seeing as I got pulled over for going 10 over this summer and somehow managed to get off with a verbal warning. I don't know what it is about speeding. Maybe it allows me to be the reckless person I rarely am. The release you feel as you're weaving in and out of traffic and dancing to your favorite upbeat guilty pleasure(s).

I'm still trying to figure out what I'm thankful for. Not because I'm not thankful for anything. Well, some might say that. I'm still narrowing it down. And anxiously anticipating seeing the relatives on Thursday. Maybe it won't be as awkward as it usually is? Wishful thinking. I'll still be the black sheep.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNRs0RM3EEE