evil euph'

Every evening as I race home, I get this smile on my face and an odd chuckle surface my lips. Strange how a parking subscription can get me so excited. Strange how evil and egocentric my thoughts are in the morning: *enjoy scraping your car fellow neighbor*. It's a small luxury to keep Charlette going and taken care of, ensure a parking space in this crazy border dorm town and avoid the hassle of scraping the frost and snow. One down-side is the evil bakery I have to pass on my way to the underground parking facility.