clyde and i have a terribly tumultuous relationship. i think he realizes he’s only a rebound. that i am still in love with sugar. i cannot tell if his quirks are all a ploy to get me to like him or to junk him. his latest trick is not turning on the interior light when i open the car door. i cannot tell if there is an axe murder, baby raper or card carrying republican in the backseat. it’s kinda spooky.

whilst driving home tonight i wondered if i hit a flying saucer that happened to land in front of my car, would the government buy me a brand new vehicle to keep me quiet? i bet they would. but then could i be so easily bought? probably.