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So I was driving to work behind some POS Nissan Sentra who couldn't seem to gain enough speed to go faster than 58 mph... in the fast lane. I coped pretty damn well under the circumstances. After muttering to myself I started imagining myself in a very large Monster truck, simply stepping on the gas and smooshing his slow-assed car to bits. All that was left was a tiny square bouncing off of the freeway while his screaming face peers out (Okay, so the truck is also a trash compactor). Then I took a deep breath and simply imagined a giant boxing glove popping out from my car and gently hurling the car forward. My random daydreaming went on for a while, until the idiot decided to slam on their brakes when traffic approached. And by 'approached' I mean about half a mile away. We're not even talking stopped traffic either. A few brake lights, followed by steadily moving traffic. After yelling out a few "WTF!"s I imagined the hand of G-d simply coming down and flicking him off the face of the Earth. Because He'd totally do that. I am one of the Chosen People after all. *looks up and smiles meekly* Let's just hope He has a good sense of humor.
It's Purple Thursday. I'm reaching, I know... These are the books that were on display for a bookcase in Ikea that Jake bought. Nice, bookcase, too!
I need to get out and start taking photos again. Hell, I need to get out! I've fallen off of my exercise routine since Jake went back to school and it's a bitch to get back on it. He's no help in the support area either. I totally need a buddy system here! It's also hard when I basically have two and half hours after work to jump online, eat dinner and then exercise. Last night I tried a little Sims time and it sucked away an hour. I think that game is going to have to be a weekend toy only. Meanwhile, I am late and have yet to write a rant for NoChickTrix Oops! |
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