It sucks.
I've been saving my pennies for State Finals since I had to blow my tax return on joint injections and feed. I look forward to going every year and I love the social part of it. I get to see my friends from back home and spends lots of time with My Otha Motha. It's an adventure.
But, you see, the thing is, I never run well there.
I don't know if it's the wide angle of the first barrel or if I put so much pressure on myself to do really really really really well (ok so we all know it's the last one. Geez. Give a girl her delusions.) but, every single year, I turn in a crap run. We either blow out the first barrel like freaks or hit barrels.
I don't know if I'm just being a wuss but I've decided to save my money, take Brion on a vacation somewhere or help him buy a PS3, and just not go.
It's the smarter decision financially as well and I'll just go down in the much cheaper Hyundai and visit.
Damn it responsibility! You're cramping my style!!
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