Yay. It is Friday, and I'm sooo happy I could spit... or something. But I am very happy. Once again today started off okay. I forgot to pack my lunch last night (hell, I got a box of cup of noodle in my trunk w/ a 2 liter of Big Red so you know I ain't really trippin), and someone packed it for me. It was either my baby sister or my momma, because they love me and they dont want me to starve. But now I have lunch. My hair is still crazy, but I'm getting it done today for the OG Family Portrait... today at 7:15. So I'm leaving work early, and after my doctors appointment, the beautiful curls will be gone for a while as I suffer the oppression of the pressing comb to make sure I look extra Pimpish (as my brother told me yesterday) for the picture. So today should be hella good, since I get to leave here early. The doctor part sucks though.
Not really a complaint, but...
Aiight. I'm officially scared of truck drivers now. Granted, I know I look a little crazy in the morning, but man. I'm at the Chevron station off the 7th street exit from the 60 Fwy. I have on my big ol' swap meet sweat jacket with the hood on, a blue palm tree extra long dress, and my sweet Royal Blue and Glistening White Cortez. So yeah, I look insane. But I'll be damned if a truck driver didnt pull over right in front of the station, park, turn his lights off, and watch me pump my gas. How do I know he was watching me? Well as soon as I got into my car and started it, his ass started his truck. Then he was behind me with his lights off (except those little yellow ones on the side) and tailed me all the way to Proctor Avenue. So I'm officially afraid of getting gas in the morning, and I am now going to look into purchasing some kinda weapon in the event one of the psycho truck drivers of Industry wanna test me. I'll shoot his ass in the kneecap... to hell with this crazy stalking truck driver mess.
Another Reason it isnt Good to Drive Sleepy
Because I will straight forget to go to work. There is a denny's (booo) right next to the Chevron Station. Before I got gas, I went in there for something to eat. And then I got in my car, drove across the way to Chevron, was scared to death by the big rig stalker, and almost got my ass back on the 60 west. All this before 5:00 a.m. I almost went home. I ate, got gas, and decided that I was supposed to be going home. Then I got to work, and I have to wait for someone to open the gate. So I sat there w/ my car turned off, but I had the radio going. For some reason, I looked down at the gas gauge, and saw it was on E. Duuhh, the damn car was off. But instantly I thought "Oh dammit. I'd better go get some gas right now before they open the gate and someone parks in my spot." Yeah, I'm hella slow in the morning. Thats why its not good to get up as early as I do. I dont start thinking until about 5:45, 6:00 somewhere up in there.
Well I'd better go do some work. Its about 6:23 now. Blah. But at least I'm leaving at 1:00. HA HA HA!!! I am victorious (or something like that).