savana

This week has been non-stop... one giant, social, skating whirlwind... so today.. being Friday... and the day that I'm most likely to give in to the inner looney toon, starts off like this.. realization that I was waaaay to tired after Derby practice, and our meeting last night to stop and buy coffee for this mornings cup of joe. So- low and behold, my alarm and the boys alarm decides to re-enact it's own version of dueling banjos by alternating beeps begininng at 6am this morning. Que scene: Angry Look At Boy "your alarm needs to DIE" grrr... hit my alarm to a peaceful OFF, swing my feeties over the side of the bed, and head off into the kitchen in search of what should be a piping hot pot of coffee ready and waiting... sigh- as the cold hard non-caffinated reality set in, I proceeded to go through the rest of my AM routine, in what could only be described as one bang up impersonation of a zombie.... at 7:30, I dropped the (NEW) car off at the dealers since suddenly yesterday, the Check In Engine light decided to make an appearance- annd while I'm at the dealership... where things are amazingly progressing quite smoothly, I manage to score a couple of odd looks since I'm lugging around my purse, my lunch, and all my derby gear (complete with a helmet attached the side of my bag) soooo needless to say I still look like a zombie, but just one who's got ALOT of baggage (HAHA.. *slaps knee* wakka wakka) anyway- so I finally make it to work by way of the courtesy shuttle from the kind folks over at Nissan... and naturally make a bee line for the coffee shop.. now A) I've realized that God Hates People On DIets- for the sheer fact that I work directly above one the West Coast Yummiest Cookie Companies, and next to that is this coffee shop that makes home made donuts.. that's right fuckers.. HOMEMADE DONUTS.. and now, this is why I busted out the aforementioned statement- both places start baking at the same time, so by 7:45am, the whole block smells like it's being hugged by Willy Wonka ( *disclaimer, that would be hugged by the original cute & fluffy willy wonka- NOT the creepy remake) anyway.. so right when I walk in the door, WHAM- I'm hit with this overwhelming urge to clobber the donut-making guy, and run off with his entire stash of goodies... but since sugar hits my system like a shot of freaking crack- I had to fight off my violent urges and simply settle for a double shot of espresso dropped into a tired old Hula Pie cup of coffee.. .. (hahah- natures version of crackalakka) Go Big Or Go Home I always say. Which by the way- is a great mantra to have on the Derby Track, and a SHITTY one to take to the bar with you. Usually, that little chant becomes Go Big And Fall Down. Ohhh yeah... Gravity hates me. Anyway- so my chaotic little adventure ends with me stealing a handful of Splenda (fuck off- I like Splenda.. .its made from sugar, come on!) haha... and as I glance at the little bullentin board above the condiment cart thing, there's a hand written flyer portraying terrible things happening to (of all things) Chickens. The bold headline screams at me KFC TORTURES CHICKENS!! With some graphics simulating what the potential torture might look like.. .and all I could think was- Wow- I didn't even know that KFC uses real chickens anymore? I thought it was something like Chicken By-Product #418...... and really, Seriously- why launch into KFC- there not the only ones out there pissing off chickens.. if your going to launch a one-man-handwritten-flyer-crusade against the inhumane treatment of chickens, Go BIG..(or Go Home) list every company on your little flyer.. use circles & arrows and 8x10 color glossy's to prove your point.. I want to see graphs, and a commerical stating that for 10 cents a day, I too can sponsor a chicken... I want to see Angenlina Jolie adopting a cabodian chicken- I want the Church of Latter Day Saints to knock on my door and try and tell me about the Prophecy Of The Chicken.. and well- until that day arrives.. you know what I feel like? I feel like chicken tonight... SHAKE N BAKE! hahahahahah

Holy Crap!!! Coffee + Exhaustion x Friday = one crazy bird... (HAHA )