truckers what the heck is up with truckers honking at you as you go down the highway? do they think i'm going to look up into their big rig and fall in love? or possibly pull over and get his number?? hell no! and it's not like they can even see anything because they are sitting so high up anyway...a piece of my leg while in jeans is not worth honking! so please, unless i left my coffee cup on the top of my car or my gas thingy is still open, keep your horny horns to yourself.
damn cops while i am pretty fair when it comes to respecting authority, it doesn't go without saying that those in those positions can take it a bit too far. for the third time in about 2 weeks a cop has just gotten over from the shoulder into the highway with no regard for the cars that were coming. of course you slam on your breaks so you don't rear-end a cop and get a ticket because of their stupdity and superiority complex, but seriously! turn on your blinker, wait like everyone else for an open spot to come up, and then get over. and also, quit eyeing me for passing you stupid state troopers when you're going 10 miles UNDER the speed limit and i'm going 2 miles over. i ain't scared.
not fair sometimes i think plato was pulling a mean joken when he came up with his soul mates philosophy. if you don't know the story, he says that in the beginning of time (not biblical time, but that parallel universe that involves the gods and what not) people were joined by the heart. kind of like siamese twins..with 2 heads, 4 arms, you get the picture. anywho, someone pissed the gods off (isn't it always just one person messing it up for the rest of us) and zeus sent down a bunch of lighting bolts and split us all up. so then we're supposed to spend the rest of our lives finding our other halves. but seriously...that's just a bully-with-a-magnifiying-glass action. how in the world are we supposed to find our hypothetical soul mates when they can be anywhere in the world?!?! i think we all have too many facets for one person to match all of them perfectly. love comes in too many shapes and forms for there to be just one person for everybody. and then as we grow, we mature and we change. it's kind of like that show "Sports Science"...every single variable imaginable have to be just right for you to meet your soul mate. that just doesn't seem possible. but since i will always be a hopeless romantic it's stil a wonderfully beautiful idea
blunt what the heck is up with the little straws on punch pouches. the other day i was craving a fruit punch so i get one to drink on the way to work. and the freaking sharp point doesn't even punch through the plastic. while i don't have another suggestion for how to solve this problem, it goes without saying that it is a problem. and haven't these manufacturers realized that their demographic, kids and clumsy men, can't drink out of these things without squirting it somewhere?? sometimes i think there should just be a consulting firm made strictly of mothers who could point out the obvious flaws in what seems like a great idea
keep it moving one thing i truly don't get is traffic. so i'm on 26 today headed towards fletcher and i notice that on the other side of the highway traffic is going kinda slow. nothing was in front of these cars...of course you have your gas truck doing what it's doing and then some crossover SUV driven next to him, but their not going super slow. but somehow it gets backed up from the biltmore square mall exit all the way to the airport road exit. and i'm sure those people who are sitting in are are thinking, "Oh, i bet there's a good accident up ahead" or "Why the hell are they doing construction at 6pm?" But no, it's just because people are to scared to drive! keep up with the flow of traffic or just get over! and is it really that hard to drive and talk on your cell phone at the same time? does your brain really shut down because you're running your mouth? i digress - but how does traffic come to a stand still when there's nothing going on up ahead?? i just don't understand.
grow up the fascination with playstation. if you are above the age of 15, you have a job, a life, possibly a family and other responsibilities i think it's time to grow up.
hot help so 5 years ago i had to go up to VA with my mom to help plan the funeral/burial of my grandmother. (i suggest that everybody take care of these plans NOW - way before things get serious so your family doesn't have to think about what song to play at your funeral - it's a lot harder than you think) but anyway, so we're sitting at this table surrounded by coffins and in walks the most georgeous man i have ever seen in real life. until i went to a funeral a few months later, and again beautiful men there to offer me tissues. is it some type of job requirement to be a hunk to work in a funeral home? granted it did give me something to think about when i felt like i was about to break down, but seriously. these men were way too pretty (and gentle and kind and do-you-think-you-could-take-me-out-tonight-to-make-me-feel-better good looking) to be in that line of work. or maybe that's the point. man they were hot!
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