My favorite post of the week! Thanks to Mrs. 4444- I can just ramble whatever is on my mind and nothing has to mesh- thanks for the enabling!
You know, I don't like to get political, but Barack Obama rocked it last night. I was a staunch Hillary supporter and was really heartbroken at her not getting the nomination ( I really understand being a loser and not getting enough votes!!!) That being said, I listened last night with an open mind. This economy and George Bush has been kicking my ass and even if Obama can follow through with a third of his promises- I would be pleased!
To the guy with coke bottle glasses and bad hair in the primered Saturn sedan that tried to run me off the road this morning because I wasn't going fast enough for his taste... Does it make you feel like a big man, running a minivan off the road? Freaking dork! If you're running late for your job at the Quickmart, may I make a suggestion... drag your fat ass out of bed 20 minutes earlier and maybe deal with some of those inadequacy issues with a shrink. Just sayin'.
To the guy that runs the Stairclimber Cardio machine next to me every morning at the gym...Dude, SLOW DOWN! You're shaking the whole floor of the gym and, frankly, you're making me look like a total ass crawling at my moderate pace. What are you training for anyway? Running from the police- in a stairwell of a high rise building?
To the Bakery I used to go to for the most delicious Joe ever... WHY, for the love of God, did you change your coffee? I was there every morning after my workout. It took every ounce of my being to avoid the temptation of the delicious cakes, croissants, and mousses that taunted me each and everyday just for that coffee! I could have easily kept my lazy ass in the car and gone across the street for a bitter cup of Starbucks at their drive-thru, but NO! I chose to get out of the car and walk my sweaty, by most standards, unpresentable self into your establishment for my daily caffeine rush! You have truly let me down!
To the McDonald's Drive-thru worker with a little voice (you know the kind that naturally sounds like they've been sucking helium?) that now gives me my coffee... I apologize for Beebs asking you why you had a "funny voice". Kids will be kids. If it's any consolation, she also said "Fuck it" last week. And as we drove away she admitted that she has a funny voice, too, but she is 3 and you're, like 40, but bygones.
To the woman in a burgundy minivan next to me at a stoplight this morning... I saw you totally bawling. I felt your pain. I have no idea what it was caused by, but I still felt it and my heart ached for you. I wanted to roll down my window and tell you it would be OK- but I'm sure that would have been embarrassing for both of us. Whether you just found out of a death in your family, had a fight with your husband, just dropped off your 'baby' for his first day of Kindergarten, or found out from the pharmacy that they could not refill your prescription for Xanax, I get it and wanted you to know you're not alone!