What is with these people? Why can nobody drive but me?! Honestly. What is it that makes certain retarded drivers do what they do? Why do they sit at a green light, afraid to turn left (despite it being clear as far as the eye can see) and then turn in what seems to be a state of frenzied panic as soon as there is a car coming, effectively cutting off said car? Why? To be perfectly honest, logic has had no place in my world for quite some time now but this mystifies even me.
And why do people (probably the same people who fear the left turn) insist on parking their damn shopping cart in the perfectly good empty parking space closest to the entrance to the store while they allow their small and obviously lacking in hand eye coordination children load their heaping groceries into their damn station wagon leaving me to circle the damn parking lot, eventually parking in frickin' siberia (slight exaggeration here on both counts)?! Are they trying to make me crazy? I think so.
And why is Magnum PI so oddly attractive in his too tight, way too high white jeans and baseball cap? Why?! Has the whole world gone mad? Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or maybe it was the giant Magnum PI poster on the back of the bathroom door when I was a child. It's a mystery.
How can you tell I'm a bit cranky (not too mention obviously feverish and mentally unstable) with the sick feeling and the nobody to bring my soup and the whatnot. Back to bed with me before I bite the head off of some poor, unsuspecting bat (go Ozzy!) or something.
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