So much for afternoon sunshine

I can't communicate the severity of my hatred for rain. Not only does it cause idiots to drive even worse, it maes an already shitty commute even more terrible.

All day I felt like I jumped into a pool with all of my clothes on. You know the feeling. Soggy jeans is right up there with throwing up in pubic (from being actually sick, not from being drunk or hungover).

I just wanna go home and get into my sweats and under a blanket. Meh.

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wait.. did that really just happen?

Ok, so I am driving home today.. I'm almost there, and since I'm a little earlier than any other day, all of the 'tards are out. I get to one of the main intersections and get caught at the light. Some idiot cuts me off from across the street(she turned out of a gas station) and gets in front of me. The light changes... but weirdly enough, it only stays green for like, 1 second.

I wait again at the light and when it goes green, I go.

The d-bag across from me who is turning left decides he's going to try to cut me off before I can go, but I am already more into the intersection than he is... so i beep at him because the nose of his car is like a foot away from my car...

He got so angry... I could make out the words "FUCK YOU, BITCH!" from reading his lips and he threw me the bird. In a gut reaction, I showed him my middle finger, but in hindsight, I shoudl've just pretended nothing happened... better to give no reaction.

He was wrong AND almost hit me.. yet, I get the "fuck you bitch!"... wtf is wrong with people.

Can we talk about "comb-overs" for a second?

Please tell me who it was that started this godawful technique of covering ones bald spot? I see countless men in the commute into work with this terrible hair style.... Trust me guys, it doesn't look good, it doesn't make your baldness any less...bald. You have no hair. Stop growing out one quandrant of hair and combing it to a place that nature obviously doesn't want to have hair.

It looks sad, really. Either be bald and wear it proud... Or shave it. Seriously.

You look ridiculous.

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Ya snooze, ya lose...

I feel like the train is the only place that I am honestly agressive and push to get what I want.

Case in point: this morning an older train rolls up to our station (I get on at a terminal, if you are there early enough, you have your pick of the seats). I know that on the older trains there is one single seat.... You don't have to be annoyed by anyone sitting next to you or anything... Basically, its awesome.

I was behind this slow guy, I think he was after the seat but gave it up to a woman that was dashing towards him. Guess who was right behind him?

I swooped in and hawked that seat like no other. I overheard her say "someone else took it anyway!" To the guy. Oh well!

Its kinda sick that this small convenience makes me happy in the morning...

Now I can just listen to some music and relax on my way to work.

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Don't go into the light!

never knew the sound of a crunching newspaper could hurt my brain so much.

you wanna hear a fact?

a fact is that if you are female, short or petite, and sitting on a train seat, you will get fucked.

it doesn't matter how nicely you fit yourself into a seat, inside your own leg space, inside your own elbow space.... some fat asshole guy will sit next to you... invading ALL space.. and claim it his own.

now, in all of my 5' nothingness, i am forced hoard the ass-space on a train seat in hopes that the person who chooses to sit next to me will be civilized and take up their allotted space.

What is it about some people who think that because they have a penis between their legs, they deserve to sit spread-eagle leaving people like me squished into a wall... and to top it off - they decide it's time to open the times and spread that all in my face... crunching and flipping the pages in the most annoying of ways.

... let me tell you, it was a bad day to not have my ipod.

ugh.

Oh man... of all things to forget.

Why, oh why did I have to go for that gluttonous ipod charge at the end of the day?! I was at 75 percent.... Shouldve just been happy with that! I rush out the door to catch a potentially craptacular train and I do not have my blocker from all that is auditorally (is that even a word? Oh well... It is now) annoying! Now I get to listen to these broads gab on about meaningless crap... this girl is suckling at her apple like a starving baby.

All in all... I guess it could always be worse. I could be sitting next to a very fat smelly man whose breath smells like yesterday's beer... Oh, that was a real treat!

You show me a rush hour train and I'll show you the bastard that hates riding it.... Me.

Its amazing there aren't more train murder massacres than there are. If you could see a picture of the normal daily commuter, you'd see they are not a happy person... At least from the hours of 6am-9am and 5pm-7pm.

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