Tired Traffic Thoughts

[dreiser]

I had a shitty day at work. Just tons of idiotic, mean, or just exhausting clients on the phone and in person. By the time I left I had a massive migraine and was feeling altogether crappy and just wanted to go right home. I was in a pretty pissed off mood when I first left work. Mostly because of the said work day, the traffic I was stuck in, then the fact I had to make a stop for gas because my car would cease to function if I didn't get any right away and then because I had to get pads because I was out and currently on my period.

When I'm exhausted and have a migraine my heart meds tend to take over my brain and totally addle my thoughts and when I'm cognitive enough to actually realize what is going through my head I tend to find them amusing. Just because they're so whacked out, you know? Here's my stream of thoughts while stuck in the one hour drive home...


I want a new iPod when I go back to school. I want the new one with a mic so I can record onto it and then maybe I can ask if there's a program to edit what you record that way I could have playlists of my story plots and scenes. Then I could just listen to what I wanted to write in my stories instead of writing out plotlines. Dude. That's the laziest and greatest idea ever. I should call sulkygeek and tell her.

I then proceed to scroll through my cell phone before I realize I don't have sulky's phone number because we only chat online. Which sucks because I have perverse urges to call her sometimes because it seems we enjoy almost the exact same things. lol. It's weird. After that point I tried to call oneiric22 and debs21221 to tell them of my brilliant lazy idea. No luck.

Then a car suddenly fucking cuts me off and almost hits me.

Fucker! ::Pictures myself taking off my shoe in anger and throwing it at the front window inside of my car and the shoe flying back and hitting myself in the face then me crashing into another car.::

At that point, I was pissed off again and I put in The Corrs Best Of cd and my migraine got mildly better and I felt less psychotic. The following song I credit with help putting me in that far nicer state of mind.

Runaway by The Corrs:

http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=D93702486AFBBEE9

I'm too tired to take a shower. That's really sad. And pathetic. But I seriously feel to tired to do that. ::Feels suddenly fat::

The car in front of me is huge and called a Rendezvous and is covered with Christian stuff like the Jesus fish and several bumper stickers saying stuff like Abortion Is Murder and It's A Baby Not A Choice.

Doesn't that car have too naughty a name for them?

I drive past Dirt Cheap Beer & Cigarettes which is a ghetto Missouri institution for exactly what it's named after and look at their infamous chicken sign. I call it the chicken sign because it's shaped like a chicken and inside it says 'cheap, cheap' like it's the bird saying the store name all tweeting.

Rob me, rob me!

Another car pulls in behind the naughty Christian Rendezvous and has a fairly big American flag sticking out of the window on the side.

It's to remind them where they are.

I'm almost home, thank fucking god, and I see a Girl Scout in cute little uniform walking down the sidewalk.

Is she hitchhiking?

And with that fucking insanity uselessly shared with whoever bothers to read this crap I'm now going to do what the following song is about. Oh gee whiz, I can't tell you! You'll have to listen to it. Or just read the title. It's self explanatory.

Only When I Sleep by The Corrs:

http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=D6F80B1E63878741

Comments

[oneiric22.livejournal.com]

My cell phone doesn't work well when I'm at home. It didn't ring at all. :( I'll give you my home number, if you want it.

Damn crappy T-Mobile. If I didn't just get that expensive phone, I'd switch to Sprint.