Trapped-fic
Today, bar none, was the worse commuting experience ever. And I’m reminded all over again, of the merits of having a boyfriend who has a car. While I would hate to admit this, I actually AM shallow enough to prefer a guy who could drive me to work on days like this over someone who’d only be there to suffer with me in that hellish commute to work. So yeah, once I’m over my disinterest and aversion to men and dating, I’d definitely pick someone who has a ride.
Shallow, shallow, shallow. But I’m real enough to admit that I’d rather shoot myself first than go through another horrendous commuting experience like today’s.
