Like Semisonic, I'm feeling strangely fine

That's right. No gripes. No bitch-moaning. No irritating, perverbial pebble-in-my-shoe. I'm doing ok. For a while things were what you could call "warm" here weather-wise. Temperatures pushing 55. It was sweet. Made me want to roller skate to work. Or at least drive to work and rollerskate in the parking lot. Psssh. Like I can really rollerskate. ::eyeroll:: My ass hits the ground so many times when I put on skates, I might as well just wear one on my cheeks and be done with it. I don't mind falling with good company around, or at least a friendly stranger (who ISN'T trying to grope me) so I can regain my compsure and laugh it all off with a shrug. It's a horse of a different color to be stuck in the middle of a rink falling and trying desperately to use those stupid "brake" bumps on the front of the shoe to stablize yourself. The thing that always irked me, was that each time I go to a skating rink (the number of which can be counted on one hand) you always get the showy-disco-chicks who shake their asses and can go backward on one skate and the strapping-hot-boys who can do handstands and flip on their skates and shit. Not that I'm hating on these people. BUT, why do they always do it near me?! I'm afraid to even breathe while I half-dragging, half-tumbling around the rink, holding on to the wall or a friend desperately. The LAST thing I need is someone coming out of a double-clap back flip with a twist and nearly hitting me. Just the threat of colliding with someone is enough to weaken my knees and send me on my(oh-so-sore-by-now) ass.

So far, having a license I think has improved my perception of OH more than I had anticipated. I've been doing my own progress report and a few things have changed in a matter of months: The Giant Eagle (the local high end supermarket) is my fave place to shop. I remember we went there our first night in town to pick up some eggs and bacon and general staples to keep me occupied and fed for the next day. Our hair curled when we picked up a block of cheese. "This price sticker can't be RIGHT!" I gasped. Well, we don't buy much cheese (we sort of gravitate to the cheese food products)but somehow GE has won me over. Maybe it's that sweet-ass deal they've got going with the gas station they own: Spend $50 bucks and get 10 cents off gas. You may scoff, but in the words of Eryka Badu it's *cuz you did not do your math*. I scoffed too, but then I realized how frigging much we pay for groceries. To date the most we've accrued was 60cents. Look around, people. Who can scoff at getting 60 cents off each gallon of gas you purchase?

I feel the need for SPEED. Not the drug! I acutally enjoying doing 60 on the highway, switching lanes and all that jazz. It's fun :) I can remember the first time I went onto a highway. Everyone had to pass me because it had started to drizzle and all I could think of was "hydroplaning" so I went 10 miles below the speed limit. Don't get me wrong: I'm a cautious driver, and I never go over the speed limit..er hardly ever. Even doing 60 in a 60 zone people still pass me. I think it's hilarious.