bad move

i dont think it was such a great idea to come into work today. what really did i benefit from coming here? sure i got some work done that i couldn’t have at home, but was it really worth it?

there’s no word to explain the pain of driving to burnaby from abbotsford except for “fuck.” it pretty much sums up the horrific experience. for some reason 25km/hr above the speed limit just isnt fast enough for some, and the actual speed limit is just too fast for others. there is no happy medium.

if i drive 125km/hr, i get some fuckass behind me trying to run me off the road because shaving 3 mins from his trip to his office is really going to make that much of a difference. at the same time, i’m the master of my domain and deserve to be in the fast lane, but unfortunately some fucknuts think that driving on the highway is like a stroll in the park– travel to whatever direction their dumb fuck minds decide to wander.

no.

here’s a lesson:

left lane = passing lane

if you’re a semi, stay the fuck out of this lane. your bitch asses are slow and dont have the right to try to pass anyone by entering this lane. trust me, you have no place to go and you’re not in any rush. for one, you’re a trucker with no emotional ties and you live for nothing but the shifter keeping your right hand company. even you know that you have no family to go to at the end of the day. so dont rush the heartbreaking reality of loneliness by trying to “speed.”

everyone else: you have no reason to be in this lane if you’re going 10km/hr below the speed limit. if we were in my imaginary world, i would’ve run you off the road already. then i’d stop by your crash site, get out of my car and make you bite the curb with whatever teeth you have left. but we’re in the real world. the most i can do is tailgate and high beam you. bastards.

right lane = slow bitch lane

if you’re not me, stay in the right lane.

all in all, my trip to work was very eventful. and therapeutic.