Independence from my cash

having a desperate urge to escape my horrifically hot house in Framingham yesterday afternoon, I hopped in my car and drove to the Berkshire hills, where I knew it'd be a bit cooler and easier to take. it would've been a nice time, if i hadn't been pulled over on the pike on the way back for doing 80mph. now, this seems offensive to me, simply because i get passed all the time when i'm going 75 mph. so, why then, must i be targeted for a 125 dollar ticket? oh, THAT's right. because my car is brand new, so they all figure i can afford it. the reality is that my bills are ALREADY running my life. so fuck the cops, i genuinely despise them now. but why should i sit here and bitch about it? is that productive? should i let a cop with a pen and a pad of tickets get to me?

obviously yes, since i'm ranting about it. i am the witless dupe of society. well, not really, i just like how that phrase rolls off my tongue, even though it doesn't make sense.

my mother gave me an exhaust fan, and now i think i might be able to sleep upstairs again. you know, where my actual bed is....and this is good. if i condition myself well, i might be able to make myself dream that i'm in antarctica and that'll keep me from waking up clammy? who knows.