Current mood:

grateful

lousy drivers
ok so i hate lousy drivers. 98% of people believe they are a great driver. i do not claim to be one of those, but i KNOW i am better than a lot of other drivers out there. instance A - driving along 66. for those of you who don't know, or haven't FIGURED THIS OUT one way or another, the left lane, if not during HOV hours, is the fast lane. people like to go to fast in this lane, hence the title "fast lane".
some idiot today was going like 65 in the fast lane. don't get me wrong, sometimes i like to go 65 .. if perhaps intoxicated or something. but i stay in the fucking right lane or even middle to keep the traffic going. as i was saying some IDIOT was going slow, maybe even 60, and there was this huge train behind him of cars. and this is how it works, some people just don't care so they're like oh i will just stay behind this car la la la life is great. and here i am like weaving around cars just trying to get in front of this douche bag holding up other cars and people similar to me and i can't because everyone SUCKS. (i realized my story was a bit too hard to follow so i decided to cut it short to basically everyone sucks)

instance b - ah yes, there is an instance b - when you are going straight and are planning to make a left turn soon, and there is a left turn lane you need to get into, GET ALL THE WAY INTO IT. PLEASE. for the sake of other people around you. i mean how you could be so OBLIVIOUS to the fact that there are other drivers on the road. the lane provided to make the left turn is there for a purpose my friend. GET IN IT. fuck man. people these days.

anyway, on to better news, i had a last minute babysitting call tonight for this lovely little boy named mossimo (little italian stallion). it was a bit of a disaster because the mom asked what i wanted and i said 10 and then later i found out from a girl who has babysat for them before that she got 15. so my co-workers start saying "you need to ask for more money" and i start thinking yeah i should but when it comes down to it, thats a very awkward conversation and very hard to begin. so i wimped out and hoped for the best and it all worked out. went over there right after work, at 6:30. the parents themselves didn't leave till 8:00. kid went down to bed at 8:30. parents came back at 10:30 and i walked out of there with 60 bucks. i'm glad i didn't act like a dick and say "could i get more money?" i mean that was perhaps the easiest $60 i ever made.

alright well i have to go. i'm supposed to be heading to chris' house in about six minutes to get all liquored up and happy but i still have a few things i needed to do around the house. ciao!