It took me four hours to get home from work tonight and I had to scrap my plans for the evening as I idled on the freeway instead. I took this picture while I sat in my car, in park, on the 405. This was by far my worst commute yet and I went a bit nuts in the car, especially since it’s Friday and I just wanted the weekend to start. Turns out a motorcyclist was killed in an accident in the pass and when I drove by I saw the coroner’s van clearing the scene. Seeing that made me feel like an asshole for sitting in my car tonight and texting everyone, complaining about the situation I was in.
I call it ‘Portrait of a Caffeine Addict’ or acting like I don’t know my left hand is taking a picture of me from behind my steering wheel (don’t worry I’m at a red light).
I am a true believer that coffee is the elixir of life. I’ve upped my dosage to four cups a day and I’m afraid to know what would happen if I stopped. I usually get in the car feeling like mega bitch but half way trough my drive I feel like I could do anything. There’s no conclusive medical evidence that there are any negative side effects so I say brew away!
“No matter how much kids beg to be treated like adults, nobody likes to let go of their childhood. You wish for it and dream of it and the second you have it, you wonder what you’ve done. You wonder what it is you’ve become.”—
Not the most amazing read ever, but it has its moments.
When this is what the floor on the passenger side of your car looks like, you know it might be worth it to invest in GPS. I have a notoriously bad sense of direction and I get lost constantly. Driving around L.A. these past few months has really made me appreciate the services that Google Maps has to offer. I can’t imagine navigating this sprawling city before the advent of the internet.
Now if they could just do something about the congestion I believe we would live in a perfect world…
So I’ve been spending a whole lot o’ time in the car. About 3-5 hours a day. In other words I really need to find a place to live much closer to work. Commuting in LA is such a waste of time that I’m going to try and make it interesting for myself and experiment with taking pictures on my shitty Blackberry while I sit in gridlock.
This is me at 7:30 this morning on the 405. I’m being super dramatic in this one and proceeded to crack myself up the whole way to work like a crazy person as I narcissistically took pictures of myself in the car. Good thing I didn’t get pulled over…it would have been hard to explain myself to a cop.