small girl vs. big city

I write sometimes while sitting in traffic… which happens a lot in L.A.. I found this in my phone… thought it was funny. Thought I’d share…

I may have lost my mind. Listening to Blondie sing Heart of Glass and driving though south central. Standing out doesn’t make me want to roll up my windows… It makes me want to be an undercover cop. Shudder to think of me as a traffic cop, enforcing laws that are in place more for revenue than order…I’d go rogue. But undercover, catching people in the act…where do I sign up? Target practice? Yes Weapons training?!? Yes Pleeease! Getting shot (as long as I don’t die!) might be one more item on the been there,done that list. Ok so that’s a little too insane. But… still. A different identity. Secrets. Doing society a secret good deed… Sigh. Makes lounging by a pool or prancing through life via parties…so unproductive.

Then again. Being punctual, diciplined and organized may be out of the realm of my possibility. Limiting my excuses to put on false eyelashes? No makeup? Who am I kidding