So I spent my evening coloring my hair a reddish tone. It's not nearly dramatic enough, I'm a bit disappointed. I also watched t.v., but only House.
Driving made me angry today. It often does. Look asswipe, if I'm already in the "fast" lane (and I'm assuming you are not smart enough to realize there isn't really a fast lane, the speed limit is the SAME regardless of the lane, but whatever) and speeding myself, (let's say about 20-25 over), then I am NOT going to swerve in and out of traffic in the next lane just so you can truck along at 50 over. You want to speed even more, YOU do the swerving around, knob. No amount of tailgating me is going to change it. Oh look, I caught up to you at the red light. Way to motor, moron.
American highways bug me because I've noticed if you miss your exit, you are pretty much committed to about an hour of driving out of your way without the opportunity to exit and turn around. Brilliant thinking.
I do have a conscience. I yelled "Cunt" at some guy and felt a little sorry afterwards. He didn't hear me though.
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