Haven't written in a while, but there are just some things you come across that you just have to bitch about to someone. Maybe it was my prolonged hangover from too much liquor chugging on sunday funday or maybe it was because it was a Monday, either way I was more annoyed than a paraplegic with an itch on his nose.
Example Numero One: Why do you feel the need, while pumping gas, to leave your convertible top down and your music blasting as loud as possible. We don't care that you are renting a nice car for the week... we also have already heard "Look at Me Now" enough to know its a good song, you aren't doing anyone any favors. And when I hold the door for you at said gas station, I don't care if you're on the phone, say thank you and then Shut the hell Up.
Example B: I think at age 70 you should no longer be allowed to operate a vehicle. If you can barely poop on your own then you obviously don't need to be driving your hyundai on the highway cutting people (me) off right and left going 35 in a 55. Take your vitamins, drink your prune juice, and stay in your damn house. And the next time you decide to drive and I run my car into the back of yours, it most certainly isn't because I'M a bad driver...
Any way, I'm over it. I need to quit writing now because I have a lottery addiction I need to go fuel. Gas station scratch-offs here I come!
Currently Listening To: Cameras by Matt & Kim
Currently Watching: Game of Thrones (aka coolest show on HBO right now)
