aggh, my mom and trevor are at work, i have no one to vent to.....

as a biker, i now hold a gigantic grudge....

DEAR LINCOLN PARK DRIVERS, 

1- FUCK OFF

2- FUCK OFF

3- pretend like i am a car, and when you hit me, you are just as liable if not more so for my life. 

p.s. telling me to fuck off when you do something stupid makes you look like something stupid

so on my way home from work, i drive towards this car parked along side the street and he proceeds to open his door and look and continue to open it. i give him a shrug/shake of the head and say "really?" sort of under my breath in a sarcastic manner. this gentleman exiting the vehicle tells me to shut up all nonchalant. so i give him a fuck off and a hand gesture. but then i remember, oh yeah, i forgot that you weren't responsible if you were to hit me with your car door.........?!?

it seems as though spring fever has hit these drivers hard and they won't stop at anything to get to their sit down brunches and beach side tanning sessions. 

mood: angsty  >: /