Dear Friday

You know, I had a great post planned today. I was going to participate in my link-up, reminecse about my sorority sisters and all things fun and happy and heart-warming. I woke up early for once and was feeling put together and relaxed before work. Dare I say--awake? And then...


Dear Missourah Policeman:
Thanks for protecting society by pulling me over, because I was clearly in violation of a traffic law by not stopping for a full five seconds at the four way stop. I clearly endangered the lives of OH WAIT THERE WAS NO ONE IN A MILE RADIUS.  Job well done, good and faithful servant! Also, thanks for giving me a "summons" and acting like a total prick when I asked if Missourah just didn't give out good ol' traffic tickets. "Well, it is a ticket. It's a summons." Those are two separate things, biatch. (Oh, and did I mention that the only other guy in my apartment complex from Michigan who happens to be an attractive chiropractor moving back to my hometown in a few months cruised by at a slow speed of 15 mph while this was happening? Awesome. Can't wait to run into him on the staircase.)


Dear Starbucks:
Thanks for getting my morning back on track--NOT. If you're not going to carry the syrup needed to make the drink, don't put up 20 thousand signs advertising it everywhere.

How I feel about this day so far.