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**/**/**: latest.
9/23: rock and roll.
9/18: meat flavored meat.
9/12: which one am i.
9/9: share the hate.
9/6: i-pass my ass.
9/3: road rage pt. 2.
9/2: road rage.
8/21: (still) a voter.
8/19: double digits.
8/14: i see drunk people.
8/5: get your cliche on.
8/2: comcast.
7/27: i didn't get the memo.
7/23: no phone, no school, no help.
7/20: no you shut up.
7/16: come one, come all.
7/11: screw you guys, i'm going home.
7/10: no sims for you!
7/9: hey! don't do that!
7/7: i mean it this time.
7/6: big spender.
6/30: no more car.
6/27: when does summer start?
6/24: aaand we're back.
6/14: too old for this.
6/13: i walk alleys.
6/11: eyes on summer.
6/10: gmail and the cubs.
6/07: savon sucks pt. 2.
6/05: savon sucks.
6/04: shut down.
6/03: livejournal.
6/02: we're the worst.
5/28: drinking & writing.
5/27: almost famous.
5/26: may i help you.
5/22: i rock.
5/17: i'm an idiot.
5/03: reunion.
4/29: yeah, right.
4/24: vicki.
4/22: memory.
4/15: spell check, dammit.
4/10: hi mom.
4/08: new site design.
4/03: who is vicki?!?!
4/02: rejection.
3/27: WGHS lives.
3/25: i am no longer superior.
3/18: could it be?
3/06: coffee whore.
3/05: drunk guy.
2/27: satanic computers.
2/17: napkin poetry.
2/13: play submission.
2/12: parking karma.
2/11: time off?
2/08: chicago is tiring.
2/05: all wired up.
2/04: holes in my socks.
2/01: anywhere warm.
1/31: wireless cafes.
1/31: rush hour.
1/28: guinness.
1/27: one of those days.
1/26: canine epilepsy.
1/25: bad writer.
2003.
2000.
 2004.9.2 17:02CDT

I'm going to come clean here.

I've gone back to driving my car.

It's just so invigorating energizing environmental strengthening cheaper smarter healthy... easier.

Now that I got that off my chest, I have a few things to say about driving... and um, bicycling... streets, in general.

One thing it didn't do was ease my temper. Yes, this summer I learned that road rage can transfer right over to bicycling. You're still on the road. And everyone else on the road is still an idiot. That being out of the way, here's what I'd like to say to all those others behind the wheel out there:

  • To the people who like to stop, IN THE MIDDLE OF MOVING TRAFFIC, put their blinkers on, and wait:
    GET OFF THE FRIGGING ROAD.
    You don't need a car to sit around and do nothing, moron.
  • To the people who like to drive five miles an hour:
    GET OFF THE FRIGGING ROAD.
    You can go faster on a bike, bonehead.
  • To the pedestrians who like to walk right in front of moving cars:
    Yes. You guessed it. GET OFF THE FRIGGING ROAD.
    We have sidewalks and designated crossing paths for you, roadkill.
  • To the buses who like to dominate both lanes:
    PICK A FRIGGING LANE.
    I don't even know you, but I HATE YOU. Stupid... buses! (You know, that makes a real nice swear word. I'm going to use that from now on. @#!%%@@! BUS! Try yelling it. It has the same impact as the others, don't you think?)
  • To the bicyclists who like to ride right in front of me and block me from passing:
    GET OFF... oh, wait. Damn.
    They can't get off the road because bicycling on sidewalks is illegal in Chicago. And they're already on a bicycle, so I can't fault them for that, can I?
    Well, they still suck, because I say so, and they're not me. So, I guess, uh, to the city of Chicago:
    PUT MORE BIKE LANES ON THE STREETS. AND DON'T MAKE THEM JUST END 50 FEET AWAY FROM THE INTERSECTION.
There. I said it. You may go about your normal browsing now.

Listening to: Bob Marley.
In my sink: Grease and soap. I'm letting them battle it out. I'm betting the grease wins. Any takers?
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