the DUH factor

i got home today from work without getting stopped at a light. not a single one! makes me feel like i won something.

person who delivers pinkberry to me at work is my hero. thanks, hero :) you saved me from stabbing a pen in my eye. i really like my job...i swear. just not when it's so slow that i turn to my peanut butter bears to keep me company. boredom makes me gain weight.


you know what reaaallly gets to me? people without common sense. if i got a nickel for every socially dense person that i've ever met, i'd be a gazillionaire. it's not that hard, people!

-please don't ask if you can cut in front of me when you know i've been standing in line for hours
-please don't wear a tight, satin, mini, slit-up-to-there dress to interview for a 'suits only' company
-please act your age and stop texting me. i showed interest. try using the phone as it's meant to be used.
-please don't stop your car right when you turn the curb to pick someone up
-please don't lean over like you're going to smell me when we've just met....it's not polite.
-please don't talk about side boobs and your special areas to complete strangers

i'm stopping it there. apparantly, i'm really bad at hiding my feelings and I give the 'you're an idiot' look more than i think. that's dangerous and will only get me in trouble. patience and tolerance. i'm workin on it.

i've wasted enough time for the day. time to prepare myself to die on saturday. cause of death: a standarized test.