Who needs legs? I need a few G's!!

Okay, recently I found out I can buy tickets for a FACE TO FACE meet and greet with the sexy Kiefer Sutherland. Awesome right?! Not so much. People with miles and miles of depth in their pockets can afford it, and lo-and-behold... I can't. So the reality of it pisses me off. I'd love to meet this man and go see Redemption before anyone else, but what am I gonna do? Sit on my ass and complain :P

Anyway, I'm assuming that the bidding will surpass the thousands, I'm thinking around $5k? Hell, I'd sell my truck for that just to go.

Anyway anyway! The whole point of this one is related, trust me, I'm getting there. I went out to the bank today to deposite my weekly check (a poor excuse for a check, but it's voluntary) and I busted up my knee working outside for the weekend, so I'm already crippled. I'm done depositing my money and start to head back to my truck, that is across two strips of "road" in the parking lot. I wait as three cars buzz right on by, ignorance, then no one comes and I start walking.

I'm about halfway across and this broad in a Jeep flies around the corner from the drivethrough window, about smacks right into me. Of course I don't look at her, why give her the satisfaction? Not looking at her pisses them off more *lolz*.

So I'm driving home, the whole not being able to afford it because of Rich Pricks is bugging me. And it hits me, "Dammit why couldn't have hit me!!??" at least then I could have afford to buy the damn tickets considering I'd sue her anorexic ass to the moon and back.

(no I'm not nitpicking on a particular weight, I do it to every body size, get over it)

What a bummer. Which she could stopped a few inches later and she would've had to sell that hunk-o-junk and I would be living the life talking, drinking, and taking pictures with my man.

Minivans are no excuse for ignorance.

I think it's safe to say that on a highway who are you going to be more apt to cut off? A kid toiting minivan or a badass sports car. Minivan right? Stereotypical of course, it seems the badass sports cars aren't to be reckoned with. Where I'm going is don't let that exterior of a minivan fool you, they're just a big of an asshole of the owner of a badass sports car, if not worse.

Yesterday I was out with the mom, been edgy because of this whole political bull so I wasn't in the mood and probably should not have been driving :) Well I was, so whatcha gonna do? Speed isn't a factor here, well, yes and no it is. Okay, fine, I'm going 45ish in a 45 zone. I have the rightofway and I have the green freaken light. This white minivan backed down with most likely the welfare mooching obese that would rather milk welfare and be a leach on society then raise their arse off the couch or the car for this matter. Well I'm coming to an intersection, she's creeping forward from the right as if she's gonna pull a fast one. Sure enough, she does, pulls right in front of my 45mph ass going 5mph. Of course she's got an Osama, I mean Obama sticker on her minivan. I coast into her lane and get yelled at, go figure.

Not much muse to be a smartass today, I'm mentally fried.

Cheers.

When it Rains; It Pours Stupid

I wasn't the one drivin' today, fortunately. I probably would've honked the hell out of this guy.

I'm in the backseat and my parents are in the front in our wittle Civic driving 45-ish on a heavily trafficed 3 lane road. Route 95 S is always backed up and you have your handful of ignorant monkeys getting into the lane as quickly as possible. Cutting off semi's that have worse braking compatibility then cold molasses. Well today this Accord is sitting in the lane for 95, decides he's an impatient ol' bat and pulls out from a STAND still in front of my dad going 45mph... of course my dad has time to react, but the guy second guesses himself with 'Oh hell, someones coming! Oh screw you! Oh wait!' demeanor... he finally decides to pull out and we go on a marry freaken way.

Why do the moronic suddenly appear in bad weather??