Entries from February 2009
I got pulled over tonight, after a stressful, long day. The exchange:
Officer: You were uh… going pretty fast there young lady.
Me: (PANICKED) Yeah I know. I’m very sorry. I’m sorta stressed out.
Officer: Oh yeah? About what?
Me: Work mainly
Officer: Tell me about your work. Where do you work? What do you do that makes you so stressed?
Me: tell him details of day, job, etc and he sits there and listens and at one point offers advice. If I had wanted to cry, I could have.
Officer: Well. Still. You were going like, 20 over.
Me: Yeah, about that. I was trying to speed up for this truck that was behind me that had … (he looks skeptical) … Anyway, very sorry.
Officer goes back to car, takes an ETERNITY.
Officer: Hi. Here’s your stuff. Keep your mind on the road and good luck.
NO TICKET. The officer must have taken one look at my driver’s license where I look tan and happy and relaxed and then back up at me, where I’m sure I smelled like smoke, was white as a ghost and looked like I needed a pint of ice cream. I’m surprised he didn’t tell to get the hell off the road and go take a bubble bath. Regardless, it’s nice to know that there are some cool cops out there like that. I wonder if he goes all Dr. Phil on people trying to hide meth in their eyeballs and microwave babies.
Categories: baffling
My favorite dress of the night, hands down:
awkward.
Even though all the girls I know hated it, I LOVED IT. Although who knew SJP was so…boobed? And Matthew Broderick looks constipated and waaaaaaaay over-frosted.
Categories: garb · gump
I’ve had a productive weekend, and haven’t had much to contribute to this old thing, except for a few things:
- If anyone knows a good muffler shop, lemme know. My tailpipe is disastrously close to falling off and killing a man.
- This Beer. DELISH.
- My old balls iPod is stuck on “Disk Mode”. What the heck is this? Don’t tell me I actually have to drop a fifty and get one that works.
- I saw five – FIVE- movies straight yesterday at this Oscar Showcase at AMC. My fave (other than Slumdog – already seen) was Milk. Worst? Frost/Nixon.
- I did a yoga class today where 20 minutes of it were spent trying to ignore my potbellied instructor’s man-camel. Mental trauma.
- I just ate the last of my Christopher Elbow chocolates. BELIEVE that hype. It felt like eating art.
Categories: the grind
pigeon toed
Words don’t do justice for how in love with this line I am. No one here sells it, as there’s not much requirement for beachy clothes in the middle of the damn country. I know this, why? Last year I literally spent like two whole days trying to find a local shop that sold one Element Eden top and everyone just acted like I was some crazy Jonas Brothers fan and put me on hold until I gave up. Still… swoon.
Categories: garb
not creepy at all
Categories: gump
