and in this moment i am happy. happy.

To know me is to love me and that includes all of me such as my dissatisfaction of clean hair days, ability to always smile regardless of the situation and my lifetime dependence of aaa. We have had a lovely affair, aaa & I. It started when I was 17 and finally got my license. 10 accidents and countless key-locked-in-the-car and running out of gas situations later and I'm a gold member. How fitting. While I've managed to curb the keys locked in the car situations (I have a spare set in each of my basic handbags) I really haven't mastered the running out of fuel situation. The most impressive is when I ran out on the expressway in chi, walked a miles then hitch hike to a gas station & had my work mates come fetch me last summer. My cell phone had run outta batt & I didn't have a charger (I now carry a charger on me at all times now, too). For this reason I would love to just sell my car and totally rely on public transit, but in a city like pittsburgh that is not remotely possible. So today, for the first time in pittsburgh & almost a whole year, I ran outta gas. Mind you, trying to explain where your located in this city is like actually finding waldo in one of those books, impossibly annoying. Once I finally was able to explain my location to the aaa operator (shot out to google maps for that), I had to think of what to do to pass the time. I have my iPod, so jack johnson storyteller was the first thing I thought to flick on. I rummaged through my kooba & found every single dissolving childs drug I could find and consumed those, topped off by a couple halls of life. Then I hit the jackpot: my beauty bag. Inside I had a lone peppermint patty nail polish bottle so I gave myself the best manicure one can master in a car that is being rocked by infuriated passing cars zipping around me as if they are the ones impositioned by me running out of gas. Imagine the audacity I have to hold someone up for 1.27345 seconds. My favourite are the people who honk as if I'm unaware that my car is stopped and just sitting here. Anyway, another fun thing to pass the time is to look in the rear view mirror and watch the traffic jam and try to spot the aaa truck. This poses 2 parts to the story: 1) if seen 2 aaa trucks so far & not one is mine. 2) imagine the horror when I look up and see that I'm holding up a funeral procession. Seriously. Icing. On. The. Cake. After I compose myself and the funeral procession had past, I looked out my front window and see a tiny white spider crawling by. Thank goodness it was on the outside, I could just turned my windshield wipers on and poof, he's gone. Then I felt bad because white ones are supposed to be the best luck, so instead of drowning him, I politely scooted him off w/the wiper. Aaa JUST pulled up! Hope he enjoys my pink gas cap! ooxx