Having one of those days…
Last night on the way home this stupid 811 (drunk) bitch walks right out in front of me. I shit you not. I’m not an expert rider by any means but I did manage not to hit her. Only because the car next to me drove up onto the sidewalk which left me room to maneuver. I managed not to drop the bike either. Of course, nothing brings out my inner hick faster than stupidity. I promptly parked my bike in traffic threw down my helmet and started spewing a string of curse words that would make a sailor’s mom turn red. I was actually scared because even at 45mph, if I had hit her, she would have probably died. It was the fright that had me so upset. Her "companion" turns and starts cussing back so a 418 (verbal) breaks out. I’m like, "bring it [insert string of obscenities]". I call work as they are getting into a vehicle to drive away. Naturally, the drunk one is driving. They got all of 4 blocks before being pulled over by a black & white. That’s called karma mother fuckers.
I could not fall asleep last night to save my life. I figured I’d take the opportunity to finish off Darkness on the Xbox. I finished the game but still couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned the whole night. Thankfully, it is my off day from the gym. I get so irritated when I can’t get a good workout in. Anyway, my buddy Frank was asking if something was on my mind. *mental checklist* Nope, mind is empty at the moment. I’m chalking it up to too much caffeine. I’m sure I’ll fall right to sleep tonight. After a day of cranky citizens at work, I’m sure to be in chipper spirits later. hehehe
And as if all that wasn’t bad enough, I got an email from one of my regular playbuddies this morning. He woke up a couple days ago with a "drippy-drippy" so I had to run down to the clinic to get screened. I don’t have any symptoms but I take my sexual health very seriously. They treated me anyway since I was considered 1st line exposure blah blah blah. Nice of them. But, that means no nookie for 7 days. Fuck me! How will I survive! Of course, I get to send out two lovely emails to my most recent encounters. Yes, that includes the fuzzy man from the previous post. @#$%! Oh, and the maids did come back, BTW. I was already headed off to work but when I got home the apartment had been cleaned. I know I shouldn’t giggle but I can’t help it. I can only imagine what they told their husbands.
My day is off to a fine start, can’t ya tell? As TFA would say, ‘it is what it is so deal with it‘. Into every whore’s life a little rain must fall. I guess life is saying to me, "TAG bitch, you’re it"! lolol
|↑1||I was actually scared because even at 45mph, if I had hit her, she would have probably died. It was the fright that had me so upset.|
|↑2||They treated me anyway since I was considered 1st line exposure blah blah blah. Nice of them. But, that means no nookie for 7 days. Fuck me! How will I survive!|