Mother's Day

It was actually a PRETTY nice day. Minimal aggravation. Although within the past hour or so, the intense bababababababababababababababababababababa insanity has escalated big time. And there was the hellish ride over, where I had not one, but TWO, slow-witted fucking dolts in front of me give ME the finger after I...well, ok, I DID antagonize first, but justifiably. Completely justifiably. As in, "the light's about to fucking change, are you GONNA fucking turn your ass left onto the 495 entrance ramp, or just inexplicably continue to sit there as if someone's blocking you?" I expressed this sentiment via obscene tailgating, vigorous & sardonic hand-waving, and screaming GOOOOOOOOOO! with an open window. So maybe he felt like I deserved the "jerk off" gesture I soon got? FUCK him! So, yeah, I was infuriated early on...and am kinda infuriated now...hmm, yet i'm STILL declaring this a good day? It's old, isn't it? My constant bitching about slow-moving humans? My constant agita over people talking to me too much? Sigh, I hear ya. I'M tired of hearing myself. But the stupidity is endless, so what am I to do? As I said the other day, i'll never throw my hands in the air and accept it. Move swiftly, pay attention, and shut the fuck up when i'm doing ANYthing beyond mingling socially with alcohol...follow these guidelines and i'll love you. I like silence. I like to be alone. I do NOT need nonstop questions and inane banter to fill the silence. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. Even the early morning birds are annoying me lately. HA! They're just TOO loud. And they depress me; not sure why. So, yeah, after all that, I'll repeat...I AM in a pretty good mood, and it HAS been a nice Mother's Day. Thank you, mommy. Glad you liked your overpriced, ostentatious flowers.