The traffic here never stops. For anything. Ever. I just want to get home! I don’t live that far, but it takes like an hour for me to get home everyday. Folks need to be nice, let people over, don’t go so fast that other people have to sit there. And damn man, a little rain never hurt anyone, so don’t let it slow you down to like ten miles per hour—it’s not going to burn holes through your windows!
I think flirty waitresses/bartenders are gonna be the death of me. I swear, if you’re nice to me and kinda cute, I will end up spending too much money. I’m a glutton for attention. Or my bills are just telling me I’m a glutton!
My apartment is kind of the bomb. The dude below me likes to blast his “Brown Eyed Girl” with the bass all kinds of turned up, but it’s only on the weekends during the day, but other than that, it’s a great place.
I got mad lost today. I thought I’d take a short short-cut to get to the highway more quickly. Well, I got on the highway going the wrong direction, which was you know, wrong. I ended up going back downtown and got kinda twisted around down there. Homeless people are not shameless here. They will straight up walk around with their beer. But they tend to carry it in plastic bags. I swear this man was going to lose his twelve pack if he didn’t watch it!
Completely random post, I know.
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¶ 10:30 PM 0 comments
Don’t tell anyone, but I may be listening to Danity Kane’s new album and I might be liking some of the songs. I have a fork ready for you to take to my ears.
Everyone here has a serious case of road rage. Folks are laying on the horn for hours because somebody else didn’t slam the gas the second the light turned green. Everyone drives hyper-fast and gets angry when you, too, are not going eighty-seven miles per hour. I do not feel safe sometimes driving. The other day, I was wanting to make a left turn. The light that was in control of the lanes I was wanting to cross was taking forever and there were mad cars waiting for the light to change. So I go to cross in front of this one dude, who let like thirty-five cars cross in front of him. I cross and he gives me the look of evil death. I thought he was going to stab me. Folks be crazy!
The time zone difference is also kind of throwing a wrench in my regular schedule. Everything’s an hour behind. You don’t realize how different it is until you want to watch Wheel of Fortune at seven and instead Wife Swap is on. Speaking of which, that show kind of frustrates me. I don’t get how militaristic some of those wives really are. Insane!
Oh, by the way, I see you reading my blog. If you’re not allowed to be my friend, you shouldn’t be allowed to keep up with my blog either. Just a thought. ¶ 9:19 PM 0 comments
