2-lane Blacktop
So my day...
My day got off to a fun start. I had to go to work at 10 am today, so I leave around 9, and I got to this light and theres this Camaro that shows up next to me. Its a 3 lane left turn intersection, Im in the far right lane of the 3 left turn only, hes in the middle, so the light turns green, and he punches it. I turn better since I got a Civic (I weight about 750 lbs lighter) and hit it. I dont know if this dolt doesnt know how to drive but, shit, he really cant. I get off to a better start and theres about half a mile to the next light. He desperately tries to punch past me but hes in my rear view the entire time. We get to this next light now and its a right turn only 1 lane and Im in the lead. Needless to say I'm far ahead of him but this light turns red ahead of me. I slow down and come to a stop. He pulls up along side of me. Its this fat fuck looks like hes in his late 20's, and he looks at me, I look at him. He stares at me more... Light turns green, I launch. I get the immediate headstart, probably because I can drive my car better than him. Camaro's have better HP and torque than my Civic but his car is made out of steel and mines alluminum. Or his was an automatic... in that case, he should even be trying to race. Automatics dont belong in street races. Anyway, he almost hit me quite a few times. I had to slam on my breaks because he kept coming into my lane. About a mile later after beating him all the time, I see him in my rearview and hes slowing down. He turns. He backed out. Muah, hah...
He also almost hit me twice, on which both occasions I had to slam on my breaks to avoid it. Once going around the first left turn then the other a little after the first light we both stopped at.
So I hear today that Melissa wanted to be my friend again a few weeks ago. But after she heard what people said I said, she hates me now, lol. She talked shit about me the entire quarter (save first 3 weeks) and now people told her (namely one person, I assume) that I'm spreading the rumor shes pregnant and engaged. This being utter bullshit since my roommate Andrew told me he heard she was engaged and pregnant before I ever knew she was engaged to begin with. He heard this from a dramaqueen bloke named Jared... And I never talk to him. Ever. So she hates me more now because I guess I'm spreading rumors... somehow. I'm a psychic fortune-telling rumor spreader!! Damn me!
My eyes are tired. I have to go get my schedule and pay out the ass for damages to my old appartment... I'll post the total tomorrow. Lovely.
I think I'm going to go watch Night of the Living Dead now, if I really feel like it. Not likely. JESUS CHRIST MY ROOMMATE IS SNORING SO UNGODLY LOUD!
Oh yeah, and Courtney's new roomie muy caliente... yay 4 blondes. Not saying I dont like any other colors... but shes cute.
Tomorrow I'm going to start working out. Promise.
Your brother of Soul,
Matt
My day got off to a fun start. I had to go to work at 10 am today, so I leave around 9, and I got to this light and theres this Camaro that shows up next to me. Its a 3 lane left turn intersection, Im in the far right lane of the 3 left turn only, hes in the middle, so the light turns green, and he punches it. I turn better since I got a Civic (I weight about 750 lbs lighter) and hit it. I dont know if this dolt doesnt know how to drive but, shit, he really cant. I get off to a better start and theres about half a mile to the next light. He desperately tries to punch past me but hes in my rear view the entire time. We get to this next light now and its a right turn only 1 lane and Im in the lead. Needless to say I'm far ahead of him but this light turns red ahead of me. I slow down and come to a stop. He pulls up along side of me. Its this fat fuck looks like hes in his late 20's, and he looks at me, I look at him. He stares at me more... Light turns green, I launch. I get the immediate headstart, probably because I can drive my car better than him. Camaro's have better HP and torque than my Civic but his car is made out of steel and mines alluminum. Or his was an automatic... in that case, he should even be trying to race. Automatics dont belong in street races. Anyway, he almost hit me quite a few times. I had to slam on my breaks because he kept coming into my lane. About a mile later after beating him all the time, I see him in my rearview and hes slowing down. He turns. He backed out. Muah, hah...
He also almost hit me twice, on which both occasions I had to slam on my breaks to avoid it. Once going around the first left turn then the other a little after the first light we both stopped at.
So I hear today that Melissa wanted to be my friend again a few weeks ago. But after she heard what people said I said, she hates me now, lol. She talked shit about me the entire quarter (save first 3 weeks) and now people told her (namely one person, I assume) that I'm spreading the rumor shes pregnant and engaged. This being utter bullshit since my roommate Andrew told me he heard she was engaged and pregnant before I ever knew she was engaged to begin with. He heard this from a dramaqueen bloke named Jared... And I never talk to him. Ever. So she hates me more now because I guess I'm spreading rumors... somehow. I'm a psychic fortune-telling rumor spreader!! Damn me!
My eyes are tired. I have to go get my schedule and pay out the ass for damages to my old appartment... I'll post the total tomorrow. Lovely.
I think I'm going to go watch Night of the Living Dead now, if I really feel like it. Not likely. JESUS CHRIST MY ROOMMATE IS SNORING SO UNGODLY LOUD!
Oh yeah, and Courtney's new roomie muy caliente... yay 4 blondes. Not saying I dont like any other colors... but shes cute.
Tomorrow I'm going to start working out. Promise.
Your brother of Soul,
Matt