Thursday, April 17, 2008

You Honk-a at me? I honk-a at You!!

Last night I woke up from a serious of rather odd, twisted dreams to my phone ringing. I ignored it and dozed back off only to hear it ring again. I looked at the call display. I was my friend "Blondie". I look over at the clock. 3:30am. "Blondie"!?! I answer. Are you ok? I had a really bad night she said. Can I come over? Umm.. ok?!

She stumbled into the house a few minutes later, and proceeded to tell me about her night (pretty upsetting, no arguing there). I ended up leaving her to her own devices about 20 minutes later on the couch with a sleeping bag. It took me an 1 hour to fall back asleep.

I turned off my alarm this morning and promptly fell back asleep. I woke sometime later, realizing that I had all of 8 minutes to get ready and out the door. I was of course, late. I was slightly annoyed as well. Less annoyed than most would be, but still annoyed.

I met "Blondie" through a casual friend of mine whom I had worked with at a Bikini Bar (let's not go there today) a few years back. I have kept in contact with "Blondie" but have cut off ties with said bikini friend, whom I have decided I have nothing in common with. The thing is, though "Blondie" and I speak on occasion and attempt a many a failed plan, we have hung out a grand total of about 4 times in the last year.

All together a strange night.

On my walk to work this morning, with the impending doom of being late yet again, heavy on my shoulders, I made a dash for the cross light with 5 seconds to spare. Just about safely across, I get honked at by some asshole in a beamer. I turned around and noticed the angry gestures he was making in my direction. The best part is, it took me 5 minutes of pep talks (hosted by yours truely) to get over the offending honk. I hate being honked at. I also hate being yelled at. I generally hate any loud noises that are directed at me. I spent most of the pep talk telling myself that the man's wife probably just left him, and that it is nothing personal at me but rather, his frustration at life. In all honesty it was probably me.

The cleaners at work also through out my precious apple cider vinegar cleanse

Damn cleaners

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