savana

Talk about karma being a bitch... here I was, minding my own business in traffic this morning, when WHOOSH out of nowhere comes some wet-behind-the-ears college kid, screeching past me, zooming in and out of traffic, and in general being a nuisance. Now.. I know, I know... shaking your fist and thinking "you crazy kid" isn't something a sweet young lass like myself would do to a total stranger, but alas..... that's exactly what I did. I blame my geezer antics on the fact that I was raised by grandfather, which somewhere along those lines... I must have picked up the ancient art of shaking one's fist at a some crazy kid..... anyway, so here I was mid-fist shake, wondering what in the hell was so important that Flash McGordan had to be driving Mock 90 to get to.... when I realized, with this sudden sense of doom and the overwhelming feeling that someone in traffic was cursing me for being a dumb chick driver.... whhheeennn, yes... there I was... blatantly running a red light. Now mind you, this was not your "I've just turned red, so there's 3 seconds off grace period type light" that we seem to have some sort of unspoken understanding internationallly known... sort of like shaking your cup at the bartender is international code for "I'll have another" sadly No... this was not the case.... I was smack in the middle of a large intersection, with an unmistakable red light glaring down at me.... and there you have it, once again proving fact that I have the rarely seen and highly feared curse of Instant Fucking Karma.. .. and now we know- one good fist shake, leads to someone shaking there fist at you. I'll be god damned. On a brighter and much more random side note, I CAN NOT stop giggling over my farting shoes. Today having been one of those days, where I could have cared less if someone thought I was cute, I decided to forgoe the smoking sexy heels and bust out my favorite flip flops. I love them.. there comfy, there simple, there black... they keep my little feeties from touching the nasty ass pavement... there perfect. The only thing that might be considered a draw back to some people (luckily not to me though, cause I think it's absolutely hilarious) is the fact that there old, so they've formed to feet and sometimes, will cause this suction in the curve of my foot... causing a loud farting sound. I think it's cheap entertainment, my co-workers think it's gross. *shrug* to each there own... you say tomatoe.... I say farting shoes are a riot. In other news.... I'm off to suction farts my way down to Bad Ass coffee and grab me some Hula Pie. Which, I've got to admit, is a sentence I never thought I'd write but having now committed it to paper (ahem, virtually speaking) I actually can't believe it's taken me this long to get it out. The sentence... not the suction farts. HAHA.. ahhhhhh- and here I was, worried that I was getting old. Silly little bugger...