finally friday

even though i worked from home 2.5 days this week, i felt like i was here in the office all 5 days. how does that work???

also, how did i never get on this blog before? convoluted insanity. it's funny. and i like it. also, he has GREAT taste in music.

this morning, on the way to work, i was driving up to the light and it turned green. i wasn't slowing down because it's green now. unfortunately, the car ahead didn't feel like moving. she just fucking sat there. so i honk my horn twice. and she starts off. everything's fine... by the jerky transitions, i deduced that she was driving a stick shift. fine. whatever. but for the love of god, could you get off your fucking cell phone for a minute? why is that so difficult? is it that important? it's fucking 8:30 in the morning... what, are you calling your best friend to find out what she's like, totally going to wear?

so, she's laughing in her car, holding her phone to her ear, driving a stick, smoking a cigarette all at the same time. when i had my tercel, it was also a stick shift, and i also was guilty of driving, talking, and smoking all at the same time. sometimes, even drinking my coffee... but i did it on the freeway... when there was no traffic and there's no need for me to downshift or stop or anything. okay, maybe a couple of times, i might've done all that shit at the same time, but at least i paid attention to the fucking lights! christ! why is that so fucking difficult?

and the worst part about it is, when you honk your horn, they get all pissed at you ... like i should've just waited for her to get her head out of her ass? what the fuck?

speaking of heads in asses... why do the benz drivers like to cut you off on the freeway? this morning, i had no fewer than 3 benz drivers squeeze into a space in front of me that they really shouldn't. and the stupid thing is... there was plenty of fucking room behind me. they could've been doing the same speed and then just got behind me. instead, they speed up and try to squeeze in. they're lucky i braked for them. fucktards. what is with them?

i feel kinda weird today. i got an email from my sister. she's 17. she was saying how writing the essays for her college applications were kind of hard. and it doesn't seem like it's been ten years since i had to do the same thing... but i guess it has. i don't necessarily feel old... but i do keep wondering where in the fuck all that time went....