Total Randomness

Here are some things that have been on my mind lately but really aren’t worthy of a full blog post:

Yesterday on my way to work I was at a stoplight behind a white car.  The woman driver stuck her head out the window and hocked a loogie, right on to the road.  It’s disgusting when guys spit, but even worse when a woman does it.  So gross.

Photo by Graur Codrin

Every once in a while as I’m driving home from work, I notice a woman in an older green Chevrolet Malibu behind me.  Why do I notice her?  Because she’s yelling at me and gesturing to me wildly to get out of her way!!  Of course I can’t hear her, but I can see in my rearview mirror that she’s screaming and really peeved at me.  However, it’s not like I’m doing 55 in the fast lane – I’m only going as fast as the person in front of me will let me.  Sometimes it’s the speed limit of 70, sometimes it’s less (sometimes it’s just a smidge more…lol).  But hey, it’s rush hour on eastbound I-696!!  Eventually Ms. Green Malibu passes me, but not before showing me her middle finger as she does.  The funny thing is, I know what exit she takes to get off the freeway – Woodward Ave. – because we usually end up there at the same time.

Image by Luigi Diamanti

For the life of me, I cannot figure out how I made it to my age without getting married.  Or having an actual serious relationship.  You know what I’m talking about – where you look at the guy (or girl) and think hey, s/he could be the one?  Someone who makes you all tingly inside.  I’ve never been tingly.  And it makes me sad.

My senior photo, 1983

My friend Lauri, whom I have known since kindergarten, informed me that yesterday was 28 years since we graduated from high school.  A few memories from that day:  I was listening to Duran Duran‘s “Is There Something I Should Know” as I got ready – it had just come out!  I recall that I wore this lilac dress with white lace trim and white high heels, which was a bad idea since the commencement was held on the school’s football field.  I also recall our choir director wouldn’t let us sing our class song, “Changes” by David Bowie, because he objected to Bowie’s lifestyle.  I think we sang Chicago’s “Old Days” instead.  A few friends and I went to another friend’s house to have an “anti-prom” instead of going to the senior all-night party.  And oh yeah, my parents forgot the camera, so I have no photos of my graduation.