Gas prices are wreaking havoc on my social life. I realized this weekend that I've been basing my activities on whether or not they merit the cost of fuel.
"You know, between the cost of gas and the time it takes to get up there and back, I think I'll just sit at home and do my nails rather than hang out with my friends. If they came to ME, however..." I've actually SAID this, or some version of it.
This is not good. Clearly, the war needs to end if for no other reason than people are being denied my presence. And I'm becoming a miserly, self-important shrew.
Yeah, don't think I was going to let one of you point that out.
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I can bring the dutch commuter home!
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