savana

Ok. Do you ever have "those days" where your normally mild case of OCD randomly kicks itself into overdrive? Good grief, it took me 20 minutes to get out of the house this morning, due to the fact that I had to keep retracing my steps. I felt like I went through my morning routine on autopilot, so when it finally came time to leave... I wasn't sure if I turned off the coffee pot, unplugged the hair straightner, turned off the bathroom light, turned off the oven.. etc... so off I went, back into the house to make the rounds. Lights, check. Hair thing, check. Oven, check. Then I get in the car, drive downtown... and the whole time pulling the ulitmate "chick driver" maunever, basically- daydreaming at the wheel.... you know, the usual "anywhere but here" daydream. Mine usuallly consist of some beverage, on the beach at a tropical island resort. I know, what a great daydream right? Well, it is. I agree. Although, perhaps driving wouldn't be the best time to be fully engrossed in how yummy the oysters would be or how good the sun would feel.... especially when you finally snap out of your daydream and realize that you've made to the work parking lot, paid for the parking ticket, gotten out of your car... and are now heading into the office. ANNNNDDD... que OCD outbreak. "Shit!" said the internal dialogue... "did I put the parking pass on the windshield?" and naturally... having been fully engrossed in my mental vacation, there's a nagging doubt that I might have spaced this mundane task. Also, being highly against giving "the man" any more money then I already do...... I refuse to take the risk of getting a parking ticket. Since really, in a weird way, I think those little meter maids have waaay to much power as is, and don't enjoy feeding into their nazi like reign of terror. Sooo... off I went- back to the parking lot. Long story... well, still long. The ticket was there, the OCD appeased and I can rest easily knowing, that even in the midst of a techni-color daydream, I'm still on top of my game. I know this tale has had everyone, on the edge of their seats with an..aanti-...anticipation. I know, I sure wondered- just how it was going to end. Who wants to bet that in about 10 mintues, I'll be back here, OCD in full swing again... thinking to myself "what the fuck did I write this time?" hahah.... ahhhhhhh, I'm happy being me. And me.




There were ALOT of boobies in the bar that night. Also, check out Jason's smoke. How funny is that?