I have road rage. All those saps go like 33 on 48th Street and Vine Street...I NEED to drive faster...usually at least 45, maybe 50...I get angry and use a lot of profanity...I throw my hands in the air in disgust and frustration with the other drivers' incompetance. I weave like a snake around slow moving vehicles. I drive like I am playing Gran Turismo.
I have house rage. My roommate NEEDS to start washing his dirty dishes. They have been sitting there on the counter for three days, diminishing the otherwise aesthetic appeal of the kitchen. He needs to wash his dishes.
I ate a hot dog and bun, two bowls of pasta w/ pepperjack cheese, ground black pepper, and habanero sauce. I NEED spice!
I am drinking a tequila sunrise. It is quite refreshing.
I started a book today. It is William Kotzwinkle's "A Bear Went Over the Mountain." I have only read the first chapter, but I like it a lot so far. I like it a lot.
My friend is staying at my apartment tonight because he is running the marathon tomorrow. I have to go on a long run tomorrow. I am now training for another ultra in either August or October.
I need to get a lot of stuff done on my thesis. I need to revise revise revise. I need sources. I need to step it up a bit. It is due Thursday. I have plenty of time.
My cactus is drying up, I think. I poured some water on it.
Pot, not marijuana, but coffee.
No parking, but I break the law.
Sporting the jersey. On the Phone. In the wind.
At work. Deep in thought.
Desperado, bitches!
Double bogie : (
Road signs are often confounding!
Just like Cortez
They were THIS BIG!
Across the table
My desk, where good things happen
Golfing it up.
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Were you trying to illustrate the way that I drive?
Also, don't forget that we have to do senior thesis presentations on Tuesday.
I also have road rage, which is odd, because I don't like to speed. I like to race people. But not over the speed limit. I've never gotten a speeding ticket. But I love fast cars. I never seem to make sense.
I'd like to do some training with you when I get back. I'm running here, but not at the caliber to be running in a marathon, yet.
I don't like driving, usually. Especially in cities (Lincoln counts as a not-fun-driving-city, in my book). I don't blame you for thinking other drivers are better off to us all on roller skates, but I discovered that it's an excellent way to learn patience.
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