Run For Your Lives!
Aug. 18th, 2005 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamesqAs I mentioned before, my lack of car has been unfortunately (but correctly) linked to my anxiety problems. My therapist has therefore made driving my homework before my next session. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wendy_licious, who is a saint for putting up with way more of my bullshit than duty dictates, has loaned me her car for the weekend (she's seeing her boy wackynephews in Regina this weekend).
Here's what you need to know about my driving history:
So there I am in Airdrie. I've got the keys, and I've reread the rules of the road. I start the car successfully and back out her driveway. W sits in her house alone and prays to all she holds holy.
Now the problem with W's house in Airdrie is that it's really close to the highway, so in less than five minutes I'm barreling down highway 2 at 110 KPM.
I have a question for all you drivers out there:
I manage to get to my WW meeting without getting honked and/or sweared at, which I consider a plus. I lost 1.4 pound this week, possibly all in the 30 minutes it took me to get to the meeting. Afterwards I walked to Jimmy's A&A and bought a chicken shwarma and some bakalava (my treat for any week I lose weight). Then I had a slightly less terrifying ride home (Northland drive is nowhere near as bad as Deerfoot trail and Country Hills Blvd).
My back, shoulders and neck are stupidly tense. I could use a blow job right now.
wendy_licious, who is a saint for putting up with way more of my bullshit than duty dictates, has loaned me her car for the weekend (she's seeing her boy wackynephews in Regina this weekend).Here's what you need to know about my driving history:
Age 16: Sister tries to teach me how to drive Dad's truck. I tool around Glenmore park for a few hours collecting an interesting array of impressions on the front grill. One lesson because, hey, it's my sister.Naturally I find out that one of my coworkers (who races cars at Race City for fun) was in an accident and is currently wearing a neckbrace, and Dose (the local free daily newspaper) had, as it's question of the day, "Have you ever been in, or seen, a car accident". D'oh!
Age 27: I take an AMA driver's ed. course. Take my driver's exam and fail. Promise myself to practice more and take the exam again. This doesn't happen.
Age 33: I take the AMA course again. Take the driver's exam and pass. Promise to practice more just because. This doesn't happen.
Age 37: wendy_licious loses the last shred of her sanity and loans me her car. It is the first time I've been behind the wheel of a car since my exam and the first time I've been behind the wheel of a car alone ever.
So there I am in Airdrie. I've got the keys, and I've reread the rules of the road. I start the car successfully and back out her driveway. W sits in her house alone and prays to all she holds holy.
Now the problem with W's house in Airdrie is that it's really close to the highway, so in less than five minutes I'm barreling down highway 2 at 110 KPM.
I have a question for all you drivers out there:
WHERE THE FUCK DID ALL THESE CARS COME FROM?(They're never there when I'm a passenger)
I manage to get to my WW meeting without getting honked and/or sweared at, which I consider a plus. I lost 1.4 pound this week, possibly all in the 30 minutes it took me to get to the meeting. Afterwards I walked to Jimmy's A&A and bought a chicken shwarma and some bakalava (my treat for any week I lose weight). Then I had a slightly less terrifying ride home (Northland drive is nowhere near as bad as Deerfoot trail and Country Hills Blvd).
My back, shoulders and neck are stupidly tense. I could use a blow job right now.
