she must really hate me...

Why would the woman that I love want to frighten me with her erratic driving? It is a mystery to me. Don't pay any attention to her claims of super-drivedom, she is nothing more than a girl-racer, with a death wish...apparently a wish for my death. I might as well admit the truth that sometimes I can fake-brake, but hey, who hasn't done that when they are facing certain death at the hands of a maniac driver. I think I need to say here that I was not drunk...I had only had two pints...I was completely compos mentis, and I think it was completely reasonable to be in fear of my life, under the circumstances.