Yay I'm going home!

Fraser and I are bussing home this weekend to pick up my old car since Fraser's car has... unfortunately... fallen apart. (After hitting another car.) (Which wasn't his fault.) (So there.)

I'm sooooo excited. I've never greyhounded with anyone before. Actually once with my mom when i was 8. But I bussed a lot two years ago when Fraser and I were long distance, and he bussed quite a few times too, and we always were like "one time we're going to bus together and it'll be fun!" and we never did it, until now! YAY

Also I'm either really hungover or else still a little drunk from last night. I can't tell which. Yay alcohol.

Don't you live in B.C? I'd be scared to take the greyhound there after that guy chopped someones head off on there.

My grandma took a greyhound bus from the biggest city near me back to Harrisburg one time. She sat next to this lady who was like, "Yeah, I just got out of jail for killing my husband, and I couldn't find my medicine this morning, so excuse me if I'm grumpy..."

My grandma moved to another seat after the first stop.