Believe me, I already know I'm the biggest slacker on the face of this planet. And I up until recently remembered that I had this blog -- and could enter into it ALL the frustrations of my day-to-day life which I know you're all dying to hear about. And can I just say: I thought for some odd reason that I only had a limited amount of people reading this blog...but apparently not. I got a few hate comments/messages from random strangers in regards to my Crocs blog post which I guess surprised me for 2 reasons:

1.) People other than my friends read this?

2.) People still actually LIKE Crocs?! Gimme a fucking break.

So anyways, I thought that now that I have moved back to my hometown of lovely ol' North Andover...I have a lot more time to observe stupid shit. From neighbors who mow their lawn numerous times a day (even up until 10:30pm), to children being walked past my house with those kid leash things on, to observations I make on my commute to work everyday. This morning was one of those mornings where I think people must have got some unsaid memo to try and run me off the road for no particular reason. I saw not one...not two...but three fucking morons reading books in their cars while driving in traffic. HOW IS THIS ACCEPTABLE?! One of whom I will go into more detail because reading his book wasn't the only thing that was wrong with him.

First off, this was a middle-aged man, the kind who looked like they were into Star Wars LARP-ing BIG-TIME. For those of you non-sword kids, this stands for "Live Action Role Play"...I know that, I'm dating a sword kid. Deal with it. He was balding, overweight and had big ol' coke bottle glasses. Secondly, he was driving a white Honda Civic. Now, normally, I don't have a problem with this. My mother drives one...but this was a little different. Not too many men have Hello Kitty and other pink frilly stickers ALL over the windows. I even checked to see if there was a car seat in the back....nothing. I decided to try and just focus on the drive and not think about the guy behind me who perplexed me so. This proved to be rather difficult though, as he almost slammed into the back of my car almost every time I came to a stop. Which, as most of you know, is inevitable on 93 South in rush hour traffic. So I changed lanes, hoping to get away from the psycho that, as far as I was concerned, shouldn't have a driver's license at all let alone a fucking book in his hand as he drove.

About 20 minutes later, he magically reappears...BEHIND MY CAR AGAIN. I must have done something really crappy to deserve this morning of retardation (did I mention I was on the way to a dentist appointment to get 2 cavities filled? No...well, it just added to my misery). I seriously just don't get how people pass driver's tests. It's not possible to me that this man is capable of operating a vehicle of any kind, let alone one that he may or may not have a child riding with him due to all the creepy ass stickers.

And as most of you may know, I am moving to LA in the fall. So it's not like my mood about driving is going to get better. I'm moving from the county's 2nd worst road-rage drivers (Boston) to the 1st (Los Angeles). If there is a God, let him or her help me. Cause I'm going to need all the good Karma I can get. That's all for now. I'm hungry and my Novocaine is finally starting to wear down...maybe it's the drugs that make me so insane. But I doubt it.