So this morning I was driving and I saw a Ford Echo with some band stickers on the back. In the drivers seat, I see Robert Michael Sullivan...or so I thought. He was smoking a cigarette, had a hat on, and even had the same glasses.
So I lean forward and point. You know the universal "Hey, I know you." Well the guy leans forward and looks at me, nods, and looks away confused. IT WAS NOT HIM. I pointed at some dude I don't know. He probably thought I was trying to hit on him or something. As soon as that light turned green, I hauled some serious ass.
Also, I've been sick. I hate being sick. I hate being sick when it's hot outside even more. I'm starting to kick it, but it still sucks. On a good note, at least it didn't ruin a weekend--yet. But going to bed while the sun is still up just seems wrong. There is one thing I hate the most about being sick, sneezing. I haven't been vomiting, but I would rather be. I have some kind of freak nose or something. It may be because I hardly ever sneeze, I don't know, but when I sneeze, I sneeze with the force of Zeus himself. I'm not kidding, I sneeze so hard my throat bleeds, I get dizzy, and I see stars. I think a part of my brain expels from my body every time I say "achoo."
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Submitted by Jerry on June 20, 2007 - 4:20pm.