  I just got back from a friend of my mom's birthday party dinner. It was pretty good; it was at a Mexican restaurant. Except for one thing. There was a young gay guy there. I don't so much mind gay people, but this one was quite annoying.
He had to be the center of attention, and acted very... weird. Like, frequently talking in a loud falsetto voice. Yeah. Anyways. Oh yes, and then, just as I was leaving (I was driving my grandmother's car, and my mom was driving the Lexus, because I met her down there and therefore we were driving different cars), well anyway, as I was leaving, I come to a stop at the stop sign as I leave the parking lot, and what do I hear?
*crunch, crunch, grind, grind* Oh great, the breaks on&nbsp;her old beater are really going out now. I thought it was a little minor problem, but... well... I made it home in one piece, thankfully. Tomorrow it's time to bring it to Les Schwab for a liiiiiittle checkup. Anyways, enough said for tonight. I'm depriving Rachel of an attempted conversation. -T 
