...to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something.

I left my apartment this morning after you left. My journey down Banyan was perfectly complimented by "Harness Your Hopes", you know, and a cool breeze that was drying my damp hair. I was then irritated by the presence of a police car in my rear view mirror. "Oh well" I thought, I'm a good girl. Red and blue lights begin to flash and next thing I knew I was moving toward the curb. I was really comfortable in the yellow-toothed police officer's presence, I mean if he was bored enough to pull me over than he can't be that bad. He asked me a slew of stupid questions and gave much attention to the kazoo that was dangling from my mirror. "What is that hanging from your mirror?" I held the kazoo in my hands and drew it closer to him. "It's a kazoo." I smiled. "Are you sure about that?" He asked me to take it down because it blocked my view and classified my vehicle as "unsafe". A SUV sped by with those blinding blue headlights that every man and woman in Rancho desires to tail gate me with.
The interrogation of my kazoo, the tone of the officer's voice, and the cars driving by was enough to make me laugh at my entire situation and the backwards-ness of everything. I heard the cop walk away, I started my car, looked over my shoulder, and cut off another SUV.

19 and Counting is one of the worst shows, which takes determination on television these days. I'm sick of all of these emotionally disturbed parents exploiting there children like a fucking circus. TLC is indirectly funding the apocalypse.

We have chosen our direction and it is a Canyon of grand sights, sounds, and possibilities. Mommy said yes.
-Carmen