Day 81: One Last Hurrah

I drove home today, two hours, and listened to Nickelback. It was my final, long term of torture before this thing ends. And the ride home. But I'll get to that when the time comes. It played over and over, three or four times again, seeing as how the ride didn't get any shorter since last time. But to be perfectly honest, I think I tuned it out most of the way, and the ride actually seemed pretty short.

Anyway, when I got home, my boyfriend was in his storage room, looking for some of his old gangster rap CDs from, like, the '90s. So I walk in there, and he goes, "Here's a CD for you." Guess who it was?

It wasn't Silver Side Up, but I'm sure it was just as bad. It had a child or something on the cover, I think. Or maybe I'm just mixing that up with Nirvana. Either way, I never knew he was a closet Nickelback fan. Don't worry, was is the key word. He isn't anymore. At least, I don't think so. That's the whole point of being in the closet, isn't it?

Four...what's that? Four...days left! I never would have guessed this would come.