dear PISS ME OFF diary,
watching an empty bus 50 turn in front of the string of traffic was scary- i could see everyone smashing into it- even tho nobody did- it sure seemed like they were going to. if idda been in the front of the traffic line- i betcha i woulda- it was close. what made that bus driver turn like that- i wont ever know- and i don't think anyone will- but i'd like to have some of what he was smokin. i thought about calling and turning him in- but what's the use? plus... then i'd be a snitch. let him wreck and learn a lesson- maybe he'll hit a tree on the way to get the kids tomorrow. that's what i'm hoping anyways. THEN THERE WAS THE LADY AT THE DRIVERS LICENSE BUREAU. oh my fucking GOD. the one i have hated FOR YEARS. she is still there- and living large. with gas nearing four dollars a gallon- finding myself on the north side of town- i thought it would be wise to stop in and get my sticker for the truck- since i was near the place. i forgot the registration- but this hasn't been an issue in the past- they look it up by my name- and print off a new one- easy enough. NOT TODAY. today we need my driver's license, or insurance card, something i do not have with me- so she can verify the information. my word is not good enough to purchase the $100 STICKER. leaving, i felt like driving the truck through the window of the building, because now there was a line that had formed, and by the time i could go outside and read the plate number and return to read it to HER- ida had to have waited about a half an hour AGAIN. i left. what a bitch. what can you do? give a genuine SHOUT OUT to CUNTFACE. that is about all i can think of.
watching an empty bus 50 turn in front of the string of traffic was scary- i could see everyone smashing into it- even tho nobody did- it sure seemed like they were going to. if idda been in the front of the traffic line- i betcha i woulda- it was close. what made that bus driver turn like that- i wont ever know- and i don't think anyone will- but i'd like to have some of what he was smokin. i thought about calling and turning him in- but what's the use? plus... then i'd be a snitch. let him wreck and learn a lesson- maybe he'll hit a tree on the way to get the kids tomorrow. that's what i'm hoping anyways. THEN THERE WAS THE LADY AT THE DRIVERS LICENSE BUREAU. oh my fucking GOD. the one i have hated FOR YEARS. she is still there- and living large. with gas nearing four dollars a gallon- finding myself on the north side of town- i thought it would be wise to stop in and get my sticker for the truck- since i was near the place. i forgot the registration- but this hasn't been an issue in the past- they look it up by my name- and print off a new one- easy enough. NOT TODAY. today we need my driver's license, or insurance card, something i do not have with me- so she can verify the information. my word is not good enough to purchase the $100 STICKER. leaving, i felt like driving the truck through the window of the building, because now there was a line that had formed, and by the time i could go outside and read the plate number and return to read it to HER- ida had to have waited about a half an hour AGAIN. i left. what a bitch. what can you do? give a genuine SHOUT OUT to CUNTFACE. that is about all i can think of.
