So yeah, I get out to leave this morning and what big ass thing is blocking me yet again? A moving truck...niiiice, but they moved it after some bickering. So I come back from class over an hour later...cept it's still there...and this time, they refuse to move it and get up in my face about it and made it seem like I was being unreasonable. Right right, you block my car and it's my fault for having it there. So I move it temporarily to another place and I look out the window a bit later...there's the f'in truck again...is it me or was I being stalked by a moving truck? Normally one should be flattered but I don't think people get turned on by vehicles...well maybe a nice red corvette...;) Yeah, well I complain to management and they get some guys on their grill....so the movers actually start being nice to me. That totally gets one's undies in a knot when they treat you like crap just cause you're a girl. So apparently if I had a twig and some giggleberries then they would have moved outta the way...such a comforting note. Had a very interesting punani convo this afternoon...all these terms just came out...of course cooter still reigns the best. Yo, but if me & em had a band...it'd be called Scratch N' Sniff, how cute is that? Eww, get this...I never knew this but apparently it's some myth when a girl thinks she's pregnant she can go shake up a coke bottle and shove it where the sun don't shine to have an abortion...I guess a soda-douche abortion? Seriously, where do people think this crap up? First off....soda?? Shake it up and have it fizzy...dude, it's freakin soda, it doesn't perform miracles!