Good LORD, i'm exhausted...but allow me to BITCH about 2 old reliables...

Because the following two things canNOT be bitched about enough. #1, enduring cell phone conversations while trapped on a train or bus. #2, shuffling dolts in my way on NYC sidewalks. On my way home from my brief New England getaway, I was forced to listen to a large, ghetto, black bitch yap on her fucking cell until she got off at (surprise!) 125th Street. Pertinent pieces of information about her unemployment checks, her friend's drunk driving, and something to do with the word "pussy" were bandied about at top decibal. Why, why, WHY do SO many humans have ZERO common sense, respect for others, and a sense of decorum?!!?!? NOBODY cares to hear your FUCKING pointless phonecall. Got it? Surely not. And let me be clear (notice I say that a lot?)...ALL races, ages, economic classes are guilty of this. ANYone, no matter your plight in life, can learn manners and how to conduct oneself. Then there's the sidewalks of NYC. Oh, my fucking Lord. This ain't motherfucking Baton Rouge. MOVE! I know I walk fast...VERY fast...but i'm talking about people just strollllllllllllling along at THE most maddeningly slow crawl. It seriously almost makes me wanna start sobbing. I can't tolerate much, but slow MOVERS...on foot OR in a car...are absolutely in my Top Three Pet Peeves. I just wanna SLAM the fuck into them, knock them to the ground, spit on their stunned, hopefully bloodied face, then dart ahead of them. Really, I YEARN to do this. REALLY. And when either umbrellas or scaffolding is involved, it's just triple the agony. Because NO ONE walks fast in a designated, narrow scaffolding passageway. EVER. This is why you'll often find me on foot in the bus lane on 42nd Street lately. I'm urban-savvy, thus don't fear being run down. I get a kick out of watching the lemmings move molasses-like, while Thinking Me adds time to my day. OK, i'm weary...just wanna watch FRASIER in a reclining position...so i'll end my latest rant. This has been YET another ungodly long day...fun, interesting, productive, but WEARYING. This Ides of March...