October 5, 2011

no passing zone

dear rush if you must diary,

i'm sure if i'm ever rushed off to the hospital again there wont be a big hurry next time because i'll be dead. i've decided i am no longer going to the hospital. there wont be a need for sirens, but i can imagine the meat wagon driver will go ahead and use them- because he can- and because they're there. fuck i would- use the sirens and lights prolly- even if there was nobody else around- just for the drama. i dunno though, it depends on my mood at the time. but i think most people just live to 'run the siren.' i just want to drive fast. i could give two fucks about the bells and whistles. i think i grew up the day i stopped caring about who was watching me and started enjoying what i was looking at. i love watching people watch me. it is more entertaining than i ever imagined.