"You need your beauty rest - me...well, perhaps i'm just a lost cause"

So, my day is only half over and already I wanna stab my eyes out because I'm at work shit got real. I've pretty much come to the conclusion as I drive my morning route to work that I'm lucky I don't get carjacked/stabbed Gregory is just a very eventful road. If anybody needs a refresher; check out my entry yesterday, which can really be summed up as"Tuesday; a ticketed tragedy involving our heroine Kara, as she tries to better the world by being on time- only to have her efforts thwarted by the ninja cop that hides in bushes." Is it really my fault everyone was was on a mission to slow me down  yesterday, to the point that I was literally running 10 mins later than normal? I feel like everybody should get one -- like Spiderman, right?...Let me reiterate - not everyone should get one completely ambigous ticket with an payble amount, to be determined at a later date. (You see how these rip/tears start, yes?) Everyone should get one free one where the cop goes "AHHH, you were speeding.....OHHH, YOU....this is your "one"....but really, slow down." That -- THAT would have made alot more sense since I'm not like a habitual law breaker and what not. That cop? Not having it.


Anywhoo...this particular morning, something much crazier happened. (Crazier than a ninja cop pulling over multiple cars at 8 in the morning off a random side road, you say? Yes, even crazier than the dudes trying to sell CD's at the intersection of Gregory & Troost in rush hour traffic while the light is green! - I know, you can barely wait to hear what comes next....) I get about 2 blocks from work and traffic is stopped. Standstill. I'm fuming. SERIOUSLY. I do NOT want to make a habbit of getting to work later than normal (I'm never "late" I just have crap that makes me "later" than I'd like to be) and this is like day two of just CRAP on Gregory. So.... I crank up my Bryan Adams "Please Forgive Me" (Oh yes, it was that kind of morning...) and try to find some sort of inner peace with this random disturbance of traffic. Then...as traffic starts to move slower than old people molasses in winter, I finally caught a glimpse of what was holding up traffic. I really hope I paint a good picture for you, so you understand how intense this was....


Here goes; There is a girl - standing in the middle of an intersection beside her car, and she is just FLIPPING OUT. Arms flailing, beady little eyes narrowed, alot of chicken head movement...probably spitting out a slew of obscenities that would embaress a sailor. This chick was EFFIN. PISSED. My window was up at this point and it was obvious, even to me, this girl was just not off to a good start this morning....Upon closer observation, I notice she's ranting and raving to 5 random people in the middle of the street and motioning to her car. Her car is like sideways-ish-catiwompus in the middle of the road. So she parked her car sideways in the middle of the road... decided to exit...and yell at people...ALOT? I thought it was weird so I, like everyone else, figured out a way to get around her and squeezed by. Generally speaking, crazy people in the road has rarely gotten anyone far in the excuse department at work. Could just be me though. Once passing her car, I saw the other side of it - and gasped. This girl...somehow or another, managed to rip off almost the entire other side of her car...and she was still WALKING....TALKING...BIATCHING @ People...Sweet baby Jesus, somebody is looking out for this almost roadkill lady. Granted, it's never a good start to your morning to lose one side of your car, but I feel like she probably got off pretty well in that deal. This isn't the only crazy part...for like half a block, there is just car debris ALL. OVER. the road. Literally from one side of the road to the other the interworkings of this chicks what once was a BMW (Ouch, right?....I'm guessing that's one of the main reasons she was going all psycho hose beast Carrie up on some people in the middle of the road) were just...no longer part of the car. I've witnessed some wrecks, but NEVER have I seen so much of the car left behind. That was insane.


I'm like so tempted to pull over and get out at this point, but I continue to drive, slowly and gawk like any rude ass normal passerbuyer would. I couldn't fathom how she pulled this off alone, but there wasn't like another car around...and then I figured it out. This girl....decided that the car in front of her was not going fast enough so she passed them...but Gregory turns into ONE LANE you dumb shit when you get almost down to Wornall...and it's a business district - so cars park on both sides of the street - this stupid f**k tard chick managed to hit the side of another car so intensely, she lost an entire side of her car.  FYI: Feel like the person whos car she rubbed up on like stank on a who-ore demolished, is probably going to be pissed off when they see that... feel that person's day took an unexpected turn down the shitter. Eh, she drives a BMW, she's probably loaded -- or just REALLLLLLY in debt now. Personally, once I arrived on the scene (I'm guessing they probably informed said person of this incident) I might give that girl the beatdown of a lifetime -- even if my car wasn't as nice as hers -- I feel like I'd take jail time for battery as a fair trade off for you being so stupid, you literally didn't realize it violates the laws of physics to have to many large objects in a small space without those objects inevitably have some sort of catastrophic collision. So moral of the story folks? Don't drive like everyone in this city an idiot and you might actually end up with your WHOLE car at the end of the day.


On to other things....


Last night? Total blast. Eva, Terry, and I sat up on the deck at the O'Deeze and watched this amazing band called Soca Jukebox - well, on Wednesdays it's just Soca Duo (Jason on lead guitar and Clay on steel drums/guitar/bongos) but they are AMAZING! If you are ever on fb and looking for new local bands to watch in KC, check them out! On top of the fact they are super, nice, fantastic people - they are all SUPER talented. We had a great time!


Random Thoughts...


Lately, everywhere I turn it seems like people are all about sex "romance." Not necessarily relationships, but this idea that out there, somewhere, someone is pretty close to absolutely perfect for us. I think that's what romance is...it's not someone who misreads you totally and does things they think are "cutsey," that will win you over -- it's someone who GETS you...gets what you like...gets that you don't expect a bouquet of equistive roses delivered to your office everyday -- just that maybe while you're taking a walk down a deserted sidewalk late one night, and you happen to notice there's cement flower pots full of little summery flowers everywhere-  you break one off and hand it to her like it wasn't even planned - you just felt compelled by her presence...enough that you thought "Her. Flower. Now." That is romance, people.


I'm just a weird girl. (Duh, right?...) Anyone who knows me knows money/flowers/fancy dates/dick in a box aren't going to get you anywhere with me. I appreciate someone who takes the time to get to know me - who lets me be comfortable being me. Someone I can laugh with. Someone I can look up and go "Holy crap, we're naked it's 2 in the morning and we've been talking for HOURS." Someone who appreciates my weird eating habbits, severe hatred for Radio Shack, or how I do everything in the same order every morning b/c I like a little obsessive compulsive stability in my life. Small things like this. I think I've come to believe that romance is when you genuinely just APPRECIATE another human (that you are obviously attracted to) to the point you take time to pick up on all these little "things."


Another example? Ever since I was a little kid, my parents would do this one thing that I thought was so incredibly romantic - something I never really understood until recently. They will dim the lights, put a classic rock ballad on, and slow dance around the living room. Not too often. Not so much that it's like a ritual - just often enough to really appreciate each other and just be in the moment. Love it. Similarly, while listening to this band last night, we convinced this couple to go out and dance (the band encourages it and it makes them happy when it happens) and we go out and dance next to them. They are like super in love. It just radiates from them. We're just bouncing around to the music and they are just like a loving embrace and kiss passionately, every now and then. I must say - it's moments like that I realize it's not that romance doesn't exist - it's just different for everyone. For them, it was that they'd be dating 2 years and they came to the bar and listen to the band - they don't dance. Once persuaded to dance, it's like it awakened some romantic vibe in both of them. I can honestly say, I felt like that couple left with a renewed sense of romance - easily another year of being crazy in love added on to their relationship with that singular, yet very important, moment.


In conclusion, this day isn't even half over and it's been incredibly eventful/insightful. Even though I only got 3 hours of sleep last night, I awoke with a renewed perspective on things. A perspective that includes this idea that...maybe I, deep DEEP, down -- am kind of a hopeless romantic, and as ALWAYS -- the eternal optimist. ~K


A Sex In The City Moment....
Charlotte : "Well, it all sounds very old world to me. Very 18th century Russia.

Carrie : "Yes, and I live in New York City circa now. I think it's romantic when someone offers me a seat on the subway."