Buy me a Coffee?
TODAY:
1. Drove Bea to school and had a parental road rage incident at the school.
2. Went on a sauna and cryotherapy date with someone I love where I almost passed out from the toxins exiting my body.
3. Got coffee and cat treats (nothing else to say, cat nip is wild and reacts like Ketamine trip in cats.)
4. Submitted the first draft of a pilot.
5. Interviewed for an on-screen job a friend submitted me to.
6. Want to rage.
It’s so funny how I think I’m above road rage until a distracted driver is in front of me. Yes, I’ll check my phone at a light, but not if I’m the car at the stop line. If I’m in charge of driving the pack across the intersection when the light turns green, I won’t look at my phone. It’s definitely not because I’m a good person, it’s because I have anxiety.
This morning a distracted driver in a KIA was in front of me and I had no way to get around them. None.
”You fucker, get off your phone the limit is forty.”
Bea would laugh if she knew I was calling this ‘road rage’ as I barely speak loud enough for her to hear me over SZA singing Nobody Gets Me. “This fucker.”
But honestly, this SZA song is so fucking good. Balls-deep, butt naked at the MGM? Sign us all up, SZA.