Jen

I know that crush link is shite, but I need to know who sent it to me. The last time I got one of those, it was from my friend, JoeP. Now, I love JoeP, but he’s gay (honestly, this is not me being mean.) So, he sent it as a joke. When you make your “link," they send you an e-mail that says, ”You found out your Crush!” and then there’s ads to buy exotic massage oils and kinky sex toys…. Hmmm, maybe I’m talking about the wrong e-mail. Anyway, there are ad’s and they tell you to e-mail your crush.

This is how I found out it was JoeP. I sent out a disclaimer to a bunch of my friends, telling them that they would receive a crush link from me and that I was doing it to find out who sent me one. Then I put a bunch of names in the crush link section and asked for a hint (you have to enter names before getting the hint- doesn’t that suck?!). So, Becky and Greg- don’t be surprised if I have a crush on you today!

I’d like to discuss high gas prices again. And Pat’s driving (footnote). Pat borrowed my car on Tuesday night. I had a quarter of a tank, and when I got back on Wednesday, it was near empty. Now, I really am not sure where Jordan and Pat took my vehicle joyriding, but I can make a tank of gas last forever if necessary. Maybe I just drive like a pussy, I am unsure. What I do know is that gas is goddamn expensive and I need to drive like a puss in order to conserve. So, I drove all over on Friday on empty. I was going to stop and get gas on my way home on Saturday, but gas in the city is at an outrageous (not nut-rageous) $2.16 (by Pat’s place near downtown)! So, I drove home on empty. Finally, I got gas at cheap ass Citgo and dropped $21 to fill up a Honda.

Footnote: Pat is the type of driver that feels the need to push any vehicle. For instance, this really nice, much quicker and newer than a ’91 Honda 4-door civic, Volkswagen wanted to pass me up and get under the bridge on Ashland (I can’t remember the cross street) before I did. I pretty much figured that it wasn’t really life or death if I passed him or not and besides, gas was low and I wanted to conserve. He asks me why I didn’t pass and I said, “That car can kick my car’s ass.” So Pat says, “If I was driving your car, I could pass him.” So, imagine how I feel when he drives my car.