cars

I don’t like luxury cars, never have, and, unless I have some sort of major cranial trauma, never will. Luxury cars, and the people who drive them, just annoy the hell out of me. One of my many irrational pet peeves.
They think they own the roads (I’m referring to both the cars and their drivers, because yes, luxury cars are now built with minds of their own, and they’re jerks), and that any act of assbackwardness they choose to pull is okay, cuz they drive (are) a luxury car.
“I want to be in a different lane. Hmm, there’s another car where I want to be, but its okay, I drive a luxury car. I’ll just change lanes, without signaling, and give the other driver a heart attack as they’re forced to slam on their brakes, and possibly swerve, but it’ll be okay, cuz I drive a luxury car. I am above the law.” (In case you were wondering, that was my impression of someone who drives a luxury car.)
Oh, and also Fords, don’t like Fords. I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with them.

Ooh! My coffee’s done!
Yay!
(I should be sleeping, but coffee is just more fun)
and I just lost interest in my own post

true story

if i was a cartoon, my hair would be blue

bleh

i've always wished i was an interesting person.