isadora

so me and the girl were driving yesterday. y'know, to a place. not being reckless or anything, not drunk, etc. i'm stopped at an intersection and there's a cop behind me. as soon as the light turns green, i start to go and the cop turns on his lights so i thought he needed past me, so i pull over and at that point he pulls in behind me and i'm like wtf, cop. he comes over to my window and does the whole liscense and registration shpiel and i'm just like uhhh what'd i do.

turns out, in virginia, all cars have to have a little yellow inspection sticker on the front windshield. i am from maryland, where such gay laws do not exist. furthermore, my car is six months old, and i can safely assume does not have an emissions problem.

but, somehow, this cop chose to ignore any actual crime or reckless driving going on in the vicinity (which, this is virginia, that means nobody stops for red lights), and instead focused his penis-power onto my lack of tiny yellow sticker.

i have to go to court.

FUCK YOU VIRGINIA. FUCK YOU POPOS. YOU ARE ALL GAY.

that was just the gayest thing ever. i mean, it was the gayest gay that ever did gay. GAY. GAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY. gay.

girl and i spent the rest of the twenty minute drive screaming how everything we saw or passed was gay.

i've deteremined that my response to tragedy is not the typical textbook response. i don't do the whole denial, anger, mourning thing. i do the call-everything-gay-for-a-week thing.

GAY.