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08.11.04

Warning: Bitch-fest ahead (or) IHTFP!

Petty, small-minded, self-important, holier-than-thou cretins should be shipped off to, oh, the Gobi desert. There they can be as self-referential, and self-congratulatory as their petty, little, circle-jerk selves can possibly want to be. That way, they'd get out of the way of people who've got lives and shit to do.

GADS! Some failed abortions (really, I could see the hangar sticking out of one of their heads) decided that my dancing and waving my arms in my car was a direct affront to them. Whether they thought I was telling them to move, or what the deal was, I don't know. Next thing I know, these things that should have been thrown out while still in the Petri dish, are waving their arms at me, and straddling the broken white line of the lane marker--and going about 10-15 miles below the posted speed limit of 40 mph.

What the fuck? They're not letting me, or anyone behind me past their sanctimonious asses. Why? Because I wanted to go the speed limit? Because I had to get into the right lane to make a right turn at the next light? Why? Why? Why?

Finally made it past them, and stop short--they'd come up behind me at a rapid rate and I didn't want to risk having them slam into me AND pushing me into the cars all ready stopped at the traffic light. The passenger, a shaved-head, wop-top sporting, drone leapt out of the car and moved towards me and shouted while waving his arms. Then he got back in the car and proceeded to make a big deal about writing my license plate number down.

I must have made some dreadful error. I didn't realize that the entire universe revolved around them.

I am so bloody tired of the parochial mind-set of the locals.

Oh. You poor dears. I'm sorry. Did I adversely affect your self-esteem? Did I offend you? Did I make you realize that there are other people on the planet and you don't hold the goddamn compact on correct behaviour? You tiny, infinitestimal spooge-spot of (hopefully) unreplicateable DNA.

Gads.

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