For the sake of your ego, I'll go with your glee that I met you in late college. Personally, I think I still would have liked you. But then I like to think I can see through the shit to the diamond within. <3

I'll be completely quit by April, and free to drive across the country like Thelma and Louise with Angie.

Except with less attempted rape, murder, and Brad Pitt... Damn, why don't you have a black 67 Chevy Impala? (Yes, I'm going to make classic rock mixes for the drive. Deal with it.)

......... And Lennon is trying to claw his way into the box that is holding your Girl Scout cookies.