sunday was no funday

Why do people talk on their cell phones when they're driving? If they're bored, that's what a car stereo is for--you're supposed to sing along at the top of your lungs. If you aren't comfortable singing, you should be seat-dancing (you know, the bobbing thing). What is up with talking on cell phones when driving? Around town today, a chatting driver missed completing an icy turn and drove into the snow bank because she was driving and talking. Hard to navigate the icy streets with two hands, let alone having my attention diverted by chatting and driving. I wasn't going the same way and there was traffic or I would have stopped, but I could see it would be nothing more than an inconvenience. It makes my blood pressure rise, though. What the heck... oh, ok, I will bring out the big words--what the fuck?

If the posted speed limit on a perfectly clear road on a sunny afternoon is 55mph, why not go that speed? Why do drivers vary the rate of travel--today's maroon went anywhere between 45 mph to 60 mph. Again, wtf is up with that? Pick a speed, preferably one that's safe for the road conditions, and stick with it!!!!!!!

Or, also today, why not pull into the slow lane when on a hill so the cars behind you can pass you and go a reasonable, steady rate? It is maddening that people are such fucks when driving.

What else should I rant about... why not brush the snow off the car so you can see out of the windshield? Isn't it kind of important to be able to see? Now, I admit, with my OCD I have to have all snow brushed off the car before I'll drive; yes, I realize that my behavior is extreme--but shouldn't you be able to see out the windshield??? Isn't it important to be able to see? And, no, before you jump down my throat, it was NOT one of the fancy new cars with the sensors blah blah... it was an old clunker. Even more reason to be able to see.

I forgot to go to my parent's production of The Music Man. Completely forgot. Got busy doing my own thing, hanging out by myself, relaxing and reading and... oops. Hope I'll be forgiven for that. I can definitely blame it on social anxiety--which is part of the reason I didn't go last weekend--I knew there would be a big crowd of strangers expecting something from me. Therapy, oh, therapy.

soooo... let's see, what else is pissing me off tonight? I guess that's about it for right now. I'm sure there's plenty more where that came from. (go ahead, call in the grammar police, I dare ya!!)

I can turn this whole rant around with this: gooey cookies, cute puppies and George Clooney!

what if this is as good as it gets?