Genetics? maybe... due to my casual "I DON'T CARE" outlook on life, i am always late. 8am appointments may get me there by 2pm. OK, so last week i was ontime like a deranged K-Mart blue light shopper. But instead of praise, i sat in the waiting room for an extra half hour. just soaking up as much "Ladies Home Journal" that now i feel like wearing "no-run" panty hose all damn day. just kidding. those magazines don't mesh well with my flamboyant lifestyle. no panty hose here. just helmets, gloves, and a love for the rice-burners.
