You got a fast car? I want a ticket to anywhere. Maybe we can make a deal? Maybe together we can get somewhere.
Woke up at 7:57am this morning. This is HIGHLY unusual, unless I’ve been up all night which was certainly not the case. Three hours of hard play knocked me off my feet the moment the last strand of my hair was dry as a dead dingo’s donger.
So, I got to work very, very late this morning. It just so happened that the Po Po chose today to cause a commotion at the work parking lot. I later found out it was regarding a blue Miata that was reported stolen. Really, who would want to steal a Mazda Miata? If you want to go Japanese, you go with the Big 4. A Honda S2000. An Acura NSX. A Nissan Sylvia. A Toyota MR2 Spyder. A Lexus IS 350. I could see those being coveted. (and yes, I do know Honda & Acura are from the same guys, as are Toyota & Lexus.) But I digress. Besides, I have a fetish for shoes not cars.
So what’s a very tardy girl to do but sashay down the expanse (because, ofcourse, being late has relegated me to the back friggin’ forty!) of the parking lot and be as innocuous as possible? Well, that didn’t work. I have been hounded by gossip-mongers all day asking if I knew what was going on. Some have even insinuated that I was involved. OMFG. Hilarious at first. Now it is cloyingly annoying. To the point where I am beginning to want to work instead. People please. For the record, I was merely late this morning. Now go back to talking about the weather. Fuck all you all, by the way.
