on the road...again.

i love car rides.
i hate filling up my tank (seriously, los angeles?? $4.46 a gallon!?)
this smile is fake.

but i still love car rides.
i think the fault lies with my mom and dad.
they threw us kids in the car, despite our whining for a majority of our childhood to simply: drive.
i think we hated it back then, especially me.
all the siblings could read in the car but i got extremely nauseous.
i learned to stare out the window and make up stories to myself, and as a teen i learned to plug in my ipod.

now i pack light and leave early.
put on country music, pack yummy salty/sweet foods and chat with the best friend.
driving and i?
have a great relationship, now.

especially when you throw in one of these.