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[08 Jul 2008|04:33pm] |
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My son, my own flesh and blood, the light of my life, the apple of my eye diagnosed me with road rage this afternoon. On the one hand, I was completely confused as to how Sam had even come to grasp the concept of road rage. On the other hand, I was pissed off. It's not my fault highways around here are one big cluster-fuck. I seriously think truck drivers have come together and are now making it their mission to clog up the lanes and not allow anyone to pass. They're probably chatting it up on their little radio things, laughing their asses off about all the cars behind them that are being forced to move at the speed of molasses thanks to them.
I can't help it if I get angry. I've got places to go. Get the fuck out of my way, okay? Now that I've got that out, I should mention that Sam's birthday is in a few weeks. He's going to be five. He's so old. I'm so old. I might as well pick me up a few hundred cats and call it a life. I just can't get over it. Jake is planning on taking him at the beginning of August and keeping him for a few weeks. I haven't decided if I'll have his birthday party here or cave in to my mother's request of having it back home.
What else is going on in my boring life? Hm. Close to nothing. I'm officially off work for the next month and a half. I've been spending my days watching daytime television and playing with my son. I'm keeping a closer watch on Sam's viewing habits, because I still haven't figured out where he learned about road rage. He hasn't been to daycare in almost two weeks, so I'm stumped.
I've got grocery shopping planned tonight, and I'm thinking I'll probably pick up a pizza on the way home. I've been craving a mushroom and olive pizza for days! Of course, then I have to attack the four day old dishes in my sink. Or maybe I'll just save those for tomorrow. God knows I've got nothing planned.
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