i am about 20 miles from 65432, so i am going to try to find a chance to drive around until just the right moment so i can capture the 65432.

but probably right then a really good song will be on the radio and i'll be all LAH LAH LAH and then i'll remember OMG WHY AM I OUT HERE and i'll look and it'll be 65433. i am aggravated with myself already.

family is a funny thing. we say "i love you" to each other but would i choose to hang with these people? well considering that i generally choose to hang with no one, i'd have to say probably not, but pretending that perhaps i do hang with people, would i choose to hang with these people? it's kinda hard to be objective. i mean, they're okay, they mostly don't bother me too much, but is that simply because i've known 'em so long? if i knew anybody for my whole life, maybe they wouldn't bother me too badly, but who has that kind of time to invest in a relationship? "hey, jojo bloomingthal bugs the hell outta me, but i've only known jojo for 15 or so years, so i'll give it another 15 before i decide if i'll hang out with jojo." see? doesn't work that way. family is like, you take a bunch of oddballs and cram them in a house together and they bounce around in there with their lives all bumpity-bumping into each other in a crisscross mishmash of schedules and activities. you've got to get along well enough to work out the logistics of who's picking up milk and who's picking up jojo, but to juggle logistics you don't have to like each other, hell you don't even really have to know each other. so i can tolerate these people for a few hours and they don't really bug me too much. is that love?