life in the far right lane

I have decided, that in all of my years of social gathering and extended family/friends... I have not a soul to call "friend".
I take this statement back, only because it is false. Only now, in my current state of misery- do I let myself believe this true.
If I were to randomly choose anyone on my phone log, and call them- I'm certain that person would answer and be relieved to know that I am alive. I find myself turning off my phone more often now... I don't wish to "chat" with anyone. If it be an emergancy or of some importance to me- they'll leave a message. I won't be that person who relieves them of their guilt for being such a shitty friend.
Maybe I'm the shitty friend. I don't even answer.

It's Valentines Day tomorrow. He forgot Valentines last year. It is more believable to me now, 'cause in Iraq today has no date nor time. I'll forgive him... maybe he'll feel a bit guilty when his most recent package arrives and he finds it full of pink, love, and mushy stuff.

Oh, I also have decided that Washington State drivers are idiots. More specifically, the Seattle/metro area drivers. If you wish to follow the speed limit, please move over to the right lane. The far left is for those who need to get somewhere-- on time. I did see a car on fire on the side of the road the other day... that was cool. I smelled burning tire and gas... briefly I was somewhere else rather then battling my way through traffic where there really shouldn't be any traffic.

Alright. Enough bitching. I need to get my life in order, find some excuse to leave the house- other then attending a pointless "appointment".

I feel as if every day is slowing down... 24/7 dragging on much longer then it ought to.
I might tempt a cop on I5, but my life is the far right lane. Going nowhere fast.