I'm contemplating life over a BLT (um all the pork haters, get over it) and a Vanilla Frappuccino. Coming to some realizations about relationships and men. Some things in life, you just can't do. Like running a red light on Edmondson Ave. Yeah, you can run them, but eventually, that camera is going to catch you. Then you gotta pay that hefty ass ticket. I've found that when it comes to men, you can't speed. Eventually the red light camera of love is gonna catch you, and you have to pay the piper. While I may not be a red light runner, I can be a speeder. I'm impatient. Yes, I'm impatient when it comes to certain things. Especially people. I have patience in other arenas. I'm a patient driver, a patient mother, a patient seamstress, just not a patient lover. I want the here and now this very second. I don't feel like playing the "waiting" game. I guess that's one of my faults.
I do a lot of thinking at work. I guess I get distracted easily. Maybe because my mind is being pulled into 15 different directions. To say I "love" my job would be a lie, but I'm here. So add two and two together.