I like cars. Always have, and probably always will.

I like driving them. However, this is the part where problems usually arise. I hate other people driving cars. I don't understand how some people operate. It isn't rocket science by any stretch of the imagination, in fact, it's so easy you don't even have to speak English.

With a twinge of foresite, our predecessors forecasted the colour coding system to eliminate a lot of this problem. At the time, they thought that the language would be german, but it seems to be not the case. Anywho...

People have very bad habits when driving that drive an OCD asshole such as myself crazy. No pun intended. Actually, I lied. Pun very much intended.

The first and foremost of all drivers' bad habits that drives me absolutely berzerk is unnecessary braking on the highway. Unless you're getting off the highway, or there is a huge traffic backup visible to everyone, there needn't be any braking done on the highway. Especially in the left lane. If I'm flying along, the last thing I want to do is brake. God, I hate it.

It sends a signal, and creates traffic. If someone in the front of a long line of cars, suddenly activates his taillights, he sends a signal to the driver behind him to do the same thing. However, driver number two is missing some important clues... such as what prompted the braking, and how much they should brake. Naturally, the 'better safe than sorry' impulse kicks in, and they over brake. The cunts. Then, driver number three does the same. It makes big messes.

Also, why is it that some people just cannot stay in their own lanes? The lines are clearly painted, and there is no reason... Just because there is a curve in the road, doesn't mean that you get to drift over in front of me. What the fuck are you thinking? God. Cunting. Damn it. It's annoying as hell.

Oh, and speed limits. In my personal opinion, speed limits are out of date, and haven't advanced as much as car safety systems have. Brake time is much improved, and stopping distances have shortened... it's really okay to raise the speed limits. And, speed limits on the highway bug the hell out of me. Why is it that I can't go as fast as I possibly can on this impossibly smooth, straight, three lane road? Why not? It's not like there is a hairpin turn, or intersecting streets... In short, no reason to stop. Why can't I speed? Tell me, Mr. Man? Oh, wait... does this have something to do with the aforementioned slobs being on teh road? Probably.

So, I think I'm a good driver. And, I think that this is one fact that every man and woman, regardless of race or creed believes. I think that everyone regardless of gender or ethnicity or sexual orientation or personality flaw, thinks that they are above average drivers.

Apparently, the State of Massachusetts disagrees with me. They've mandated that I take a driver's reeducation course, or I'll loose my license. Oh, the robbing bastards. The cost for this 'program'? $100.00

If I don't pay the state $100, I loose my license. I'm going to sit through some crappy, watered down drivers Ed class that spans the whole day, and waste a day of my life... In short, I'm not going to learn anything, and I'm going to be out a hundred bucks. Hmm... that sounds like extortion to me.

That's my rant for today.

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Well, as I've been informed... I haven't blogged in a while. I know this, as I'm generally the one that types all this out, but sometimes... I guess I forget.

I awoke this morning with a huge headache. Huge. Like, the size of a small country. I hate headaches, mostly because I am reminded of the migraine days.

Oh, how I hate my past. I really really do. Haha.

I've been talking to my Aunt a lot about some things. We've been chatting a lot about family crap, and honest to god, I wish half of them were dead. My family has some of the biggest cunts in it in the world. There is too much stuff to even write down. She has a big problem that I don't like to talk about my family, and she thinks that it's going to lead to "a lot of couch time." A.K.A. Shrink visits.

I like to think otherwise. I do talk about them, and I can't help but laugh at the fuckers. I mean, if they're not your family, it's the stuff that sitcoms and soap operas are made of. Ugh. I just hate thinking about it.

Anyway, I did a lot of just that: thinking about the cunts. Oh, lord, I thought my head would explode. I needed a mental health day today, and I called out of work. I need to do better in school. I need to reorganize a lot of my life. And, I need to acknowledge that my aunt is right, and I need to stop bottling up the home shit.

Some of my closest friends are upset that I don't let them in, but truth be told, I don't let myself. I ignore a lot of stuff about my past. I forgive and forget, and those that are particularly heinous, or otherwise retarded, just get filed away never to be thought of again.

Until somethign opens the gate. And, when the gate opens, I'm a miserable fuck. And, it takes a wee bit of reflecting time.

I simply must get my act together.

Anyway, Erik visited and it was great. I haven't seen him in a while, and we didn't do much of anything... but we had a great time.

I've decided that I'm going to get a fake ID. But, not the Chinatown IDs. Like, a british drivers license. Some of the good IRA international terrorism shit. Leonard said he'd get me one. Yea... we're not an excentric family at all.

Oh, we picked up half a cow today. Because when we buy meat, we buy entire livestock, and have it slaughtered on a need basis. Oh, and we looked at Escalades and Navigators today. Yep... not excentric at all.

Gah, I'm done with this.

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