'Underneath'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timid drivers bug me almost as much as aggressive drivers. Of course, my level of ire has decreased enormously since I stopped commuting 20+ miles each way on I95 every day.
I do want to say that if you are making a left turn from a two way street, regardless of whether you pull out into the intersection or not, don't turn your wheel until you are making the turn. Otherwise, if you get hit from behind, you'll get pushed out into oncoming traffic.
Oh oh oh! I got new socks!
This is, of course, mostly unexciting, but they are cool socks from Sock Dreams! I decided I needed more knee-high socks, and after some perusal of the site I was convinced that I also needed some above-the-knee, and what the hell, maybe a pair or two of thigh-high stockings!
At which point it immediately turned 70 degrees out and I may not be able to wear any of them for 6 months or so. But new socks!
Timid drivers bug me almost as much as aggressive drivers.
My mother clearly thinks she's a very safe driver, with her sudden braking when a car is slowing down three miles away, but OH the teeth-grinding I do!
Oops, time for class!
Like Dana, I just ate some almonds. Yum.
I rarely see grocery store shopping cart rage.
Uh....I have BIG TIME shopping cart rage.
Seriously, man -- I understand that grocery aisles are barely wide enough for 2 carts to pass, but people just do the stupidest shit when they're shopping, and it results in them getting in my damn way.
People who slow down and then put on their turn signal also bug!
In things that don't bug, my coffee (a red eye--coffee w/ triple shot of espresso) is extra yummy today!
I wonder if my cubicle is structurally sound enough to hang myself.
I could try that, or I could go get breakfast. I'm torn.
I'd go for the breakfast, myself. That way you'd probably get coffee.
Definitely breakfast.
Also, I'm brainstorming that thing I'm writing for semi, if my e-mailing the details would distract you from suicidal thoughts.
(Also, IANTODAY.)
I remember my other iremaking thing: creepers. You know, the people who stop waaaay before they need to and then spend the next 2 minutes inching 10 yards forward? Irks me partly because I drive stick, and that's a lot of wasted clutch work,
Sarameg is me. Also, frequently the creepers do that when I need to turn right in 10 feet or I need to get to the left lane to get the green arrow. Just get to the intersection and stop, people. Amazingly, people behind you may be going somewhere else.
Offered without comment - bacon bra.