Oh my fucking G-d. Was yesterday 'let's drive the Red Rav4 driver bat shit day'? I left early to go to my doctor's appointment and managed to get behind every slow person driving in Los Angeles ALL the way to the office. I'd get behind a car and they would automatically start to crawl up the road. I'd swerve into the next lane... same shit. Within a mile I was edging up the road surrounded by a bunch of slow driving people who KNEW I wanted to pass. I tried the 'be cool and pretend it doesn't bother me' approach when the glanced over but my white knuckles told a different story. I could have landed planes with those babies. I was two blocks away from my turn when a HUGE truck pulled in front of me and went about two miles per hour. I swear to G-d I was hyperventilating by the time my street came up. There's no such thing as taking a drive in LA. It's called 'testing your willpower'.

Or so I thought... I started to crave this delicious chicken. They were buffalo chicken strips from heaven. It took me an hour to remember where the hell I had them. It's been a while since I had an actual craving, so I was determined to go to Black Angus and chomp on some chicken. Then... it rained. Most people might shrug and see no big deal. Those people don't live in Los Angeles. You spit on the road and cause a five car pile up. People just can't drive in the rain. It took us an hour to drive 2.5 miles. The traffic was insane. The only solace that I had was that I was almost home and they were stuck for at least another hour. Yeah, I'm evil like that.