all you idiots on route 20 and 27 are wasting my precious at-home time and trying my even scarcer patience. at 10pm, you'd think the commute home would be smoother than it is, but no, thanks to these geniuses, it still takes nearly as long. that's right, you, mister drive-ten-miles-below-the-speed-limit-on-the-two-lane-road. you are wasting minutes of my life, and i do not like you. ms. slow-the-fuck-down-to-nothing-to-make-a-right-turn-at-a-green-light-and-make-me-miss-it, you, too, can fuck right off. and don't think i've forgotten you, mr. truck-bedecked-with-lights-glued-to-the-trunk-of-my-neon. you suck, as well. and finally, miss-driving-down-128-at-forty-five-miles-per-hour-reading-a-map. well, it's entirely possible that you've already caused an accident, so let's just hope that you haven't hurt anyone else.
i'm such a grouch lately. i suck too.