You don't bring me flowers, You don't show my date...

Having some template problems, yo.

Maybe I shouldn't type actual evidence that I use "yo."

It's actually a rather unamusing story. Once I was behind a Toyota truck of a color I don't remember and all the letters of the TOYOTA banner usually embellished on the rear door of a pickup were gone except for the prophetic "YO."

And sadly enough, I have to admit to once having a real road rage problem. I thought it was a period PMS-associated stage I was going through. But it came to it's peak when I 1) a hardcore tailgater chose me so I blocked him with another slow car who had the bad luck of being next to me for at least 15 minutes and only stopped when Adam begged me. And, 2) I followed someone, tailgating, and cursing and yelling... Home. To their home to be exact... When I laid on my horn to show my anger I realized I had a real problem. It stopped then and there. And this "YO" moment was of a much smaller degree of rage but before my breaking point.

So, on my one way little road out of home, the glorious highway 92 before they introduced the second lane, I'm stuck behind this horribly slow truck. Let me tell you, I haaaaaaaaaaaate going slow. So the entire 45 minutes I'm stuck mere feet from this snail paced truck I'm rolling my eyes yelling "YO!!!! yo. YO? yooo!!!" over and over. I was alone in my car, YO-ing to no end.

And from that moment on, I couldn't delete it from my vocabulary. Unamusing, sad, and a rather irrelevant story to my real point.

YO TEMPLATE. yo.  where's the date, yo?