Wednesday, Jan. 15, 2003 - 8:40 a.m.
I will update this morning before my desk becomes so inundated with last-minute applications that I can't find my keyboard (don't laugh, it happened last year).
So, I experienced quite the traffic mishap on the way home from work yesterday. I'm driving down Limestone minding my own biz, as I approach Kennedy's bookstore. I'm slowing down for the stop light, but the light turns green before I get there so I naturally speed up again. Out of the mini-parking lot in front of Kennedy's, a tiny, egg-looking motherfucker of a Toyota Echo tears out of the lot directly in front of my sexy black Mazda. In a display of brake locking, sideways sliding, and tire squealing that would make the cast of The Fast And The Furious cream their shorts, I stopped millimeters short of the motherfuckin' Echo's passenger door. Then - get this shit - the girl driving the Echo (which I noticed later was covered in Greenpeace bumper stickers) has the nerve, the NERVE to start yelling at me.
I roll down my window like the wannabe New Yorker I am, lay on my horn, and throw out a string of obscenities right back at her. Road rage repercussions are a bitch, baby. I took my thumb off the useless little horn button as I realized that the high-pitched Japanese whine of my horn wasn't all that menacing. I miss the horn on my old Chevy. That was a workin' man's horn, I'll tell you what.
Sorry, random tangent.
So, rather than walk away being the better person, I pulled up next to her at the light. When the light turned green, I totally wasted her. Haha! Fuckin' economy car driving moron. Don't fuck with G-Fresh. I'm just saying.
Okay, so my car isn't that threatening, either. But, oh my JESUS, how I love the sound of my engine as I let it rev up to around 6,500 RPM before upshifting. I think I just felt a chest hair sprout.
I will have enough grad application stories to fill an entire entry later, so be patient, kids. It will be worth the wait.
