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Once upon a time, I was in a video store with my then boyfriend trying to pick out a movie to watch. I picked up John Carpenter's Vampires, and proceeded to tell the boy about the coolest scene in the movie, where a guy uses his hot-from-being-fired gun to cauterize a wound he received. Said boyfriend looks at me, shakes his head, and says, "You're not like other girls, Betty."

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From::Indy, Indiana, United States


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Thursday, August 30, 2007

I love the signs popping up all over the road construction sites: "Max fine speeding $1000; Max reckless driving 8 years." I understand the need to cut down on people driving like idiots, but who really believes that they'll be stuck in jail for 8 years for going 20 mph over the speed limit? It's not like this country has a problem with overcrowded prisons or anything. Yeah, the courts are gonna' let the serial rapist, or the drug dealer, go free so we can lock up a speeder. Uh-huh.



Oh, speaking of jail, why do people feel the need to look me up & let me know when one of my exes has fucked up again? Apparently, my convicted felon ex-boyfriend got caught taking an (obviously) illegaly obtained AK-47 across state lines. Into Washington, DC. He got arrested by homeland security. I don't think anyone will be seeing him for a while. I also don't think I need to make additional explanations as to why he's an ex.

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