Garbage Day
Well, today was garbage day for me but I regretfully slept in. Man, did I ever sleep in. I didn’t get up until almost noon. Yeah, it was that good of a night =) Anyway, what woke me up was the garbage truck going by. Crap. And, last night’s shindig left me with quite a big of garbage to dispose of.
But wait!! The garbage on the other side of the street has yet to be picked up. Ingenious!! So I do a quick 10 minute clean up and haul the trash outside. As I’m dumping my shit along with my neighbor’s across the street. The neighbor next door comes out with his lawn mower. He looks at what I’m doing and gives me that disappointed head shake. You know. The one your parents used to give you when you did something stupid as a kid.
Anyway, what fucking right did this cocksucker have to look down on me?!?! Was I doing anything criminal or illegal? It’s not like I didn’t know the guy who’s front boulevard I’m stashing my trash on. And, even if I didn’t know him, is it really a big fucking deal? He’s not paying any extra fees because of it. It’s not like I’m ripping off the garbage collectors or the city by doing what I was.
Stupid little bitch. Shake your head at me will you? I think my dog’s gonna have a new favorite place to make his ‘daily deposits’ from now on.
The Silent Treatment
Why do women do this? If you do it to make a point; we don’t get it. If you do it as an attempt to resolve some kind of issue; it doesn’t work.
And, please don’t give us that “You should know what I’m angry about” bullshit. We fucking hate that. If you have to say that, then obviously we don’t bloody know, right?
Sorry. But when it comes to dealing with issues, men do not like to play fucking games. We simply like to deal with em. We lay it out there, throw some cussing in, and in the end, it gets resolved.
So, please, stop with the silent treatment. It simply doesn’t work. And to tell you the truth, it doesn’t bother us as much as you think it does. We don’t exactly spend that time thinking about what it was we did wrong; because we know you’ll have to tell us eventually. No, we spend that quiet time to reflect on the hockey scores of the day and how it effects our point spread.
End rant.
Slow Ass Drivers
So I’m driving down one of the main streets of the city during a reasonably busy time and I get stuck behind some moron that decides to drive almost 15 km below the speed limit. Thats fifteen fucking kilometers below the speed limit!! I have the patience to stay behind somebody that’s cautious by driving about 5 km below. But 15 is fucking retarded!!
So anyway, I decided that there is no way I’m staying behind this guy. Hell, the people behind me are already peeling into the next lane with the same idea. The shitty thing is, as I mentioned, it’s pretty busy and I know I’m gonna hafta cut somebody off to get to the next lane.
So, the next opening I saw I went for it. Uh oh. Didn’t see that guy on my blindspot. All I hear is people slamming on the brakes behind me and I nearly shit my pants cause I know that there’s no turning back. With a symphony of horns on my tail I pass the slow ass piece of shit and I see him staring at me like I’m a fucking maniac.
Did I mention that I had a couple of passengers in my car? Well, they weren’t too pleased with my performance and they’re giving me a fucking earful. Fuck. Stupid slow ass driver. If you ask me, he’s the danger on the road, not me!!