Okay so I have a lot of things to complain about. Things just seem to bother me more now. So I'm driving to work this morning after a doctor's appointment just minding my own business. When out of nowhere there is a giant HUMMER in front of me. At this point we are now only driving at a speed of 20 mph. Okay people the speed limit is 35 and I expect to go at least that fast.

So all I'm thinking is I must get around this monsterocity cause I can only image that his dick is so small that he can barely use it. Why else would a guy living in Phoenix need a vehicle that takes up more than it's share of the road. Then of course this gets me thinking about how I hate those pickups that are all jacked up really high and the giant tires. I just despise those. Then there is the pickups with the big butts. You know the ones that are wide in the back with four tires in the back. These people don't need these vehicles. So I'm positive that they are compensating for something and my mind naturally goes to the obvious.

So here is my rant to these people - "YOU LIVE IN PHOENIX, you are not a rancher who needs a heavy duty pickup, you are not in a war driving cross the rough terrain. YOU WORK A FREAKING WHITE COLLAR JOB, you are wasting your money and your a freaking idiot. Make life easier on yourself and everyone else and buy a damn car."

Well, I feel better know. Stay tuned for I'm sure there will be something else that I have to complain about. On a lighter note, my neurologist appointment went well today. He says I don't need to see him again unless my opthamologist sees some problems later down the line. Yippie. I'm back to normal. Well, probably as normal as I'll ever be.

blueberi posted at 11:35 AM