Morons with Horsepower


I don’t care who you are, there’s one thing (only one thing?) that drives me absolutely nuts; asshat drivers.  Some people are really reckless drivers, and they shall be cursed by me as I screech on the brakes.  But what annoys me even more are idiots with more money than sense.


See, I know the limits of my car.  I know what it’s capable of.  But it’s not a badass car.  That’s fine.  I don’t need a pimped out engine.  I drive to work, not over mountains.  But these super sized monstrosities on the road are annoying.


I don’t like the fact that my mom owns an suv, for example.  She drives to the grocery store, not across rivers.  It’s ridiculous.  But what really gets my road rage going are people who have these kind of cars and drive them like the popemobile, like this idiot today.


If it takes a truck that I’d need a ladder just to climb into an eternity to turn into a parking lot that has a light curb, then that driver is an idiot.


An idiot whom I might or might not have said should die.  I can’t say for certain, because there was this odd reddish tinge to the world while he crawled onto the curb in slow motion.

I don’t have a death wish though. I know it’s not nice to explain people should put their feet on the pedal and their head out of their ass. I keep those windows rolled up while I hurl insults so no one can hear.  But I seriously think that if you can’t drive your vehicle as intended, you should be forced to swap it with a station wagon from the 70s.


That Time of Year


I ditched the blog last week.  But first of all, it was a holiday and I doubt anyone was reading anyways, and second, it was black friday.  Which means I stay in doors with a shot gun and the blinds closed in case hordes of shoppers take a wrong turn and end up on my street instead of at Walmart.  I don’t mess with those zombie hordes.

Anyways.  Next week is the beginning of exams and I expect to turn into an exhausted mess of a human being as usual.  In fact, that little journey has already started.  But I did have a funny thought earlier today that I thought I would share.  A great epiphany about the logic of the human mind in an ever changing world…

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And there you have it!  The reliable logic of the human mind!

Change of Seasons


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Non-driving Road Rage…Sorta


light1 light2 light3 light3a light4light5All true.  And all are only guaranteed in moments you actually WANT to do any of these things at a stoplight.


Until Now I Couldn’t Even Look at my Screen!




All trick, NO treat.


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On Growing Apart


This has happened a handful of times to me, starting in 3rd grade when I moved a few blocks away. I don’t like to make a fuss, a big scene. What good can that do?  I wonder if anyone else goes through the same process. I assume I’m not alone, but I thought this might explain the stages of my slow, quiet exit.

Sometimes, you are as happy as you can be with a companion.

You might tug every once in a while, but you’re only doing what seems natural.


And everything seems fine.

Then you notice that you don’t get the same response. You wonder if you’re doing something wrong.

You make contact best you can, with no response. You try to compensate the best you can.

Then you try to ignore it, hoping some space will bring you both back together. But it isn’t the same.
You realize how hard it is to hold on. You think they don’t even notice your effort. Or that maybe they don’t care.

Eventually, you quietly bow to the inevitable.  You let go.
balloon7Goodbye, Friend.