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Road Trip Tip – Stay Away from Delaware Rest Stops

The hubby and I made a trip up to NY this weekend and decided to stop for a relaxing break at a rest stop in Delaware. Wow. The Delaware rest stop appears to be the local hang-out for drug addicts and a prime recruiting stop for the Jerry Springer show. Within steps from the car, we were approached my Mr. and Mrs. Meth-face. They were probably in their early 20s with the chick appearing pregnant (that kid is going to be f*cked up), and their faces and teeth stinking of meth. Dude had boils on his face from picking at his meth-bugs and their teeth looked like they had come straight out of a bad fairy tale and were looking to steal my soul.

Mr. Meth-face then started ranting about how he and his pregnant girlfriend were trying to get to her parents’ house but ran out of gas. Mrs. Meth-face added that her “college credit card” was not working. Umm . . . call me a snob, but somehow I don’t think they were in college. The only college I see those two enrolled in would be the University of I Heart Byproducts of Sudafed and Bleach. And c’mon. Who says “college credit card?” Put aside the fact that they looked uncle-f*ckers. If I went to NASA and said, “I was reading the Rocket Scientist Daily the other day,” it would be kind of a tip-off that I have no clue what I’m talking about. I really should go back to Delaware and teach these two trash-raiders how to really pull off their scam.

Anyways, hubby gave the dude some money and we ran off to the inside of the rest stop. Good thing he did, because meth-faces are crazy and if they touched me, I think I might have screamed and peed myself horribly. And that would not make for a pleasant ride to New York. The inside of the rest stop appeared to be an extension of the outside. I suddenly realized how “yellow” I was and began fearing that people would call me a witch and hang me for fun. We quickly ate our crappy food and ran to the car. Lesson learned. Do not stop in Delaware. If your car breaks down in Delaware, stay in the vehicle, lock the doors, and call for help.


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Favorite Song of the Week

My favorite song this week (and last week for that matter) is Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. She gave a bomb-diggity performance last night, didn’t she? Shout out to you know who in the audience!

Here are some select lyrics, which I took from LyricWiki:

But something happened for the very first time with you
My heart melted to the ground, found something true
And everyone’s looking ’round, thinking I’m going crazy

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They tried to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

Hmmmm . . . I really enjoy this song. I like the beat, I like how the music doesn’t kick in until the chorus. But looking at these words, I can deduce that Leona Lewis is abso-freakin-lutely crazy. She’s like the crazy chick in those cliche movies who sleeps with the dude on the first date and falls in love with him. Based on the lyrics, apparently her friends also think she’s crazy, as they don’t hesitate to try to pull her away from the dude who hit it and quit it.

And then, in an ultimate display of love, she tells the Barney-like character (watch How I Met Your Mother – it’s awesome) to “cut” her “open” and she will keep “bleeding love.” Wow. If I am Leona Lewis’ ex-boyfriend (or ex-Barney for that matter), I would run as far away from the UK as possible. I’d straight hide in the South American rain forests, because this girl is not joking. She will track your ass down, hand you a knife, and ask you to cut her ass open so she can bleed love for you. I’m imagining her next single to be four and a half minutes about seppuku.

I still love the song though. I’m going to sing it to the hubby to freak him out.

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