Tuesdays are kinda like Fridays for me. In microbiology, a general aerobic plate count takes approximately 48 hours to process. Which means, even though I have to work my ass off on Monday, I wont have results until Wednesday. Meaning, I have almost NOTHING TO DO until about 8:00 in the morning, aside from general lab maintenance. And being true to my blackness... I'm gonna sit right here on my butt until 8:00. It is now 5:55 am, LMAO.
So lets see. I have so much time on my hands and so much that has disgusted me already.
Complaint of the Day
Men with cars like mine.
Men (meaning older men in their 30's adn beyond... I get luv from the younger men in Stang's) who drive True Blue Mustang GT's (Convertible or not) are PUNKS. Why do I say this? Because they drive like broads w/ PMS when they come across me. Now its 4:30 a.m. and I'm almost in Industry. This guy driving the exact same car as me (except its not a convertible) flies up alongside of me, so I let him over, showin Mustang luv. But this ass immediately decided he wanted to go 60 instead of the 85 mph I had been doing. Meaning I had to slam on my breaks. So rather than flipping him the bird, I hit the OD On/Off button and sped around him. Now I'm getting on the 60 fwy (I left his ass on the 105 east) and this ass comes flying up behind me like I'm supposed to care, roaring his putty-putt engine and bright light-ing me. So in honor of this jackass, here is every reason why I hate men with cars like mine.
1. They obviously think I bought something I cant handle, so when I burn they ass, their little pride is hurt. Then they chase me down for 2 freeways to regain their balls back after I've castrated them w/ my own mighty V8.
2. They stare at me.
3. Did I mention they chase me down?
4. They make their little engine roar so I have to turn my oldies up to eardrum piercing level.
5. When I roar my engine back at them, they cuss at me, like I'mma be scared or something. Nigga please, I'm from Compton. Your old ass dont scare me at all...like my brother says, "Lick My Chrome Beeeyatch!".
Like I said, I get luv from the younger, sexy latinos and brothas rollin like me. Even the white boys show me love when I roll through my old town by LMU. But these mid life crisis men who wish to God they had enough money to have bought a Porche instead of a Ford get on my last good nerve. Get some Viagra and a life, buttwad.
Still Got Some Time...
Man. I've got 2 hours left to do a whole bunch of nothing. But I dont want to use all this time typing, so once again, I'mma be a true black person and chop it up on the phone for a while. Since I have my own lab (not cubicle), no one wants to come in here. I make sure I cook media (the stuff the bacteria grows on) every day. That mess stinks so bad, these folks wouldn't come in here if their life depended on it, so HA HA HA. Well I'll be back later.