Alright...
Guess who received her first speeding ticket?
WHOO! I did, bitches!
Don't tell my dad.
Seriously, don't... He hasn't a clue. My mom and I laughed about it. Mason thought the reason was ridiculous. But if my dad heard, I might as well sign my will.
He doesn't read my blog.
Wait until he decides to...
The story begins with Mason and I driving home from Oregon. I sped a smooth eighty-five during the trip. I stayed in the far left lane - the fast lane. As I entered Tacoma, people started slowing, even in the fast lane. I approached a Prius who drove the speed limit. When s/he noticed how close I was, s/he switched lanes, allowing me to pass. I stomped on the gas petal, zooming by other cars.
Suddenly, I heard sirens. I checked my rearview mirror to see a motorcycle cop following me. I immediately knew he was pulling me over. I did so. He calmly asked for my license and registration. I showed him. He gave me a $113 ticket. I drove away, cautious of my speed. It frustrated me... Obeying the law...
After relaxing at home for a few hours, Mason and I ate dinner at Daimonji! Alex and Goldie (the waitress) were excited to meet Mason. Mason enjoyed the food. He ate Chicken Yakisoba and I ate the delicious Hiroshima with a side of California Rolls.
Now, Mason is playing GTA V as I snuggle him!
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