Traffic School.

I got pulled over yesterday. I didn't realize I was speeding until after I saw the cop car. For some reason every time I encounter a police officer, I have to think about dead puppies to keep from busting up into uncontrollable laughter. It's odd. Some girls cry. I think this would probably be a more appropriate reaction.

He came over to my window and asked me if I was in a hurry to get somewhere and immediately a number of not-classy and mostly nonsensical excuses came to mind. I have to pee like right now? Pretty Little Liars is on in 15 minutes? I just ate an entire bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos? I'm going into labor? (Yes, it did cross my mind. No, I'm not pregnant)  I wrestled with it for a half second and then just told him the truth: that I was going home for the day. This police officer was in a pretty good mood. I must have helped him reach his quota or something. He seemed so nice in fact, that I thought there was maybe a chance I could laugh my way out of the consequences for going 15 over. Fail. I have to pay 60 bucks to attend traffic school for three hours. Dang.  

Listen to this song: http://grooveshark.com/#/s/You+Are+My+Home/1zzHDM?src=5  It's good medicine.

Now, I am going to bed. I'm very sleepy. I'm leaving my blinds open because the moon is right outside my window and seems exceptionally beautiful tonight, which also makes me think of this: http://grooveshark.com/#/s/You+Are+The+Moon/efI9?src=5

Buenas noches mis amigitos.