So as if I haven't exposed enough of my personal life, I am about to expose more....

Lately, I have been feeling more pissed off than usual-meaning Gordon Ramsey pissed off (but totally internally)....I would never walk into a room and call someone "A lazy fat fuck and tell them their grilled salmon is rubbish and belongs in the trash"...although I may think it.

I am not a chef, but I think you get my drift.

Anyway, so I went to my doctor to tell her about my insane tendencies and she gave me "anti-irritants." Who knew those existed? She said that "it will help take the edge off." Then of course I piped up and told her "I think booze does the same thing." That didn't go over very well.

So needless to say, I tried them...they made me feel high as a kite and no, I will not tell you what they are called as I am trying out selling them in China town...I may have found my calling.

So I stopped taking them but do carry them in my purse for parties. Just kidding.

This blog post is about just one litte thing that is currently getting right under my skin...You know when you are driving along (I have self diagnosed myself with clinical road rage if that even exists) Anyway, you are driving along and you are in a residential area and the person in front of you is turning into their driveway. WHY WHY WHY....does it take them an eternity to actually pull in? Dude, it's your own garage, if you run into it, just fix it, or if you are busy looking at your petunias, get out and look at them...in fact eat them for all I care. Or if you are texting, text from your parked car. Better yet...get in your house. But take your foot off the break, stop looking at your lawn or whatever the hell you are looking at and pull your damn car in your damn driveway.

Thank you,

Nanners