ROAD RAGE YAY
I think one day, either
(a) Someone is going to slice and dice me/whack me with a baseball bat; or
(b) I'm going to absolutely pummel someone with the weapons in my car (read: umbrella; bottle of windscreen cleaner)
My road rage is reaching epic proportions. My family are no longer willing to listen to my "TODAY ON THOMAS STREET--" stories.
I swear my car has a big red sign painted on it that says "MORON DRIVERS, PLEASE ALL CONGREGATE IN FRONT OF ME/BEHIND ME/BOX ME IN/CUT ME OFF/DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE"
Todays fun stories include:
- An L plater driving 50 in a 70 zone and holding up the peak hour morning traffic
- An older couple almost ramming straight into me - I had a green turning arrow, they were on the other side of the road and wanted to turn in the same direction and had no turning arrow. THEY SAW ME TURN. And they turned anyway. Almost right into me.
That was in the space of about 30 minutes. That was a good day.
I am currently at University, where I have been since 830am...it's now 11am...I'm SO BORED. I don't have class until 4pm.
ADDITIONALLY - MY LAPTOP IS BROKEN. GONE.