Will and I are driving to Georgia. He has allergies. He sneezes a lot. I have no patience for sneezes, or sniffs, or anything like this. Our long drive looks something like this:
*sneeze!* *sneeze sneeze!*
me: God Bless you!
me: woah, big one! Are you alright? Bless you!
me: maybe you should take something for those allergies.
me: bless you. take something.
me: take something.
me: silence. Turn away and look out the passenger seat window.
Then he puts on Reggae music, and oh I don't like Raggea very much. Ooohhh rasta...rastafari....they like to sing. It annoys me. I try to put on my music but he told me all my songs are too depressing.
Everyone is always telling me my music is depressing.
They're all correct, it really is.