MANIC MONDAY

What's on my mind:

There's really too much traffic in this city. There has got to be something done about it. I think it should be a mandatory rule that all people who work at the same place and live within five miles of each other should have to carpool. I think that there should be bike lanes on every single street. I think there should be BUS lanes on every single street. I think if you are over sixty and have a handicap plaque hanging from your rear-view mirror, you should have your own lane on every single street :)

Note to the kids who stand on the street corner and stare at everyone who drives by. You are so adorable in your matching over-sized T-shirt and khaki pants that are cinched at your knees. I'm a bit curious though, what happens if you have to chase someone and they fall to your ankles and you are subsequently thrown into the street and you get run over? Oh, you don't know what subsequently means? Then I think you should be IN SCHOOL AND NOT STANDING ON THE FREAKING STREET CORNER WAITING FOR DRUGS!

Note to Ross. When the tag on your sports bras read XL (40-42DD) I expect it to fit. What I don't expect is to be stuck with my left arm in the air and a strap over my right ear and the built in bra part stuck up OVER my breasts and the back all rolled up too far to reach while I stand red-faced, unable to breath, staring at my fat ass in your filthy mirrors. Oh yeah, and can you put some damn locks on the doors? If one more little boy crawls under to look at me neked I'm gonna step on his fingers.

Whew, I feel better now. Fifth day of my rag, things should be looking a bit less cynical by tomorrow :)

Now for a mile-long walk around Balboa lake with those tan, lean, big-white-toothed, in their early twenties girls from work.