Oh. My. Goodness.

Today was really just one of those days.

I only had two places to go. Two. And then I thought I’d have ample time to run errands and come back home and get some work down. Boy was I wrong!

I actually started out EARLY today and though “great, day 3 of my good day streak.” I should know by now not to count my chickens before they hatch!

If you know anything about Los Angeles, you know we’re famous for traffic. I’ve lived here my entire life, so I don’t even think about it. But what I encountered today…I don’t even have enough energy to fully express it. Apparently there was a major accident on the 405, one of LA’s WORST freeways. It involved a California Highway Patrol officer - which meant that law enforcement wasn’t going to treat it like just any accident. This was one of their own which meant that miles of the freeway would be shut down for most of the day. This meant all the normal traffic from the 405 was now on surface streets with me. What started out as being early ended up with me being 40 minutes late for a client meeting. (Un)fortunately, my client lives right off the freeway, so helicopters had been hovering over his place for a couple of hours and he was well aware of the situation. I worked efficiently and managed to get out early - even after arriving late!

“Yes!” I thought, I won’t be late for my doctor’s appointment. Oh…again, spoke to soon. There was traffic on Pico, but I managed to slide in just in time. A lot of good that did me. After waiting over two hours to be seen and then waiting another 30+ minutes for results from one of the tests, I left the office over 3 hours after I arrived, with a much slimmer wallet. Well, there went the day.

Aside from a slice of pizza at my client’s place before noon, I hadn’t had a drop to eat or drink all day. Though I’m trying to budget my money, I figured I deserved a break. I stopped at Le Pain Quotidien and enjoyed a yummy buffalo mozzarella salad (not quite a caprese) and their super yummy ricotta tartine (see below).

I felt a million times better after eating and started feeling slightly positive again and headed for home.  Guess what?!? Shocking!! Another big accident. Blocking my way home and causing a detour. 3 for 3. It really was my day wasn’t it.

By the time I walked in my door at 8pm (!!!!) I had a serious case of verbal diarrhea - hence, this post.

I’m tempted to quit the day now and go to bed, but ever the entrepreneur, I’m wondering how I can make up for all that lost time!

Grr.

zazenergy:

(via Boing Boing)

Who knew Elmo had such a fantastic sense of humor?

skycandy:

samejeans:

(via glowinthedarkvagina)

Haha, I recognize this, I made it like a month ago :]

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Couldn’t have said it better myself

dealbreaker:

GUESTBREAKER: You’re A Tyrannical Music Snob

When you told me you like “all kinds of music” I was excited. Then we actually started listening to music together. The only sort of rap you listen to is performed by white guys with overalls and huge beards. You responded to my collection of Black Flag albums with the phrase “Oh, they’re cool. I listened to them in like, seventh grade.” You brag about your hojillion-squillion gigabytes of music, and go on to mention that you enjoy your 8 gig iPod because it lets you reduce your library to only the music you like. You won’t admit to enjoying Late Of The Pier because you had never heard of them before you met me. You actually care what type of MP3 player I use. You hate Sublime, and you like Death From Above 1979 WAY too much. I would make you a break up mix, but you’d be so busy not appreciating the music that you’d miss the message. I’m just going to throw every Pearl Jam album ever made on repeat until you get frustrated with trying to explain how much they suck, and remove yourself, your Beatles-themed tattoo, and your Bob Dylan purse from my apartment forever.

A Guest Dealbreaker written by NIcholas.

I think I love Kelly

dealbreaker:

GUESTBREAKER: You Hate My City (Los Angeles)

Congratulations, you’ve managed to trot your way around the globe and expose yourself to different cultures. Then you came home and outlined in your head the “best” cities, towns, and villages. We know, we’ve heard your stories. We’ve also seen you convince yourself that you have “a great grasp” of each one… because you were there for two weeks. So I invite you into my city; my home, my turf, and you make the wrong move by hating on it. You complain about the traffic, the urban sprawl, the cost of living, the pollution. How everyone is fake, materialistic, crazy, or drugged up. You compare it to San Francisco, New York, and (sigh) London. What’s that? You don’t like the traffic. Maybe you just need to experience it first hand. Hows about I push you out of the car the next time we’re on the 101? This is Los Angeles, we hated you first. There’s a saying around here for people like you: go fuck yourself.

A Guest Dealbreaker written by Kelly.