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...so yesterday I'm at the stop sign at the end of Robinette waiting to make a right on Tallmadge to go to school. It was a little before 3 and traffic was heavy. If a vehicle is within about 30 feet or so, I'm not pulling out in front of them. That's just basic driving common sense, right? Sitting there, waiting for a wider gap, as cars whiz by, the woman of the couple who moved into Wendy's house [with a Carrot Head intermission] was behind me in a SUV. She was able to see the traffic. Sometimes you sit there awhile, especially if you want to turn left.

It wasn't even long enough for ME to start to get annoyed when this ding dong starts honking her horn. Um?? Now, had I hadn't had to go to school I would have loved to have gotten out of the car and asked her if she was back to using drugs and so whacked out she couldn't see the traffic or if the meth just had her so itchy she HAD to keep moving; but alas, I had classes, so she got the finger from inside the car. Another horn honk and she got the finger outside the window and I put the car in reverse. Ah, quiet. Took about another dozen cars before I could make a right too.

Yet gosh, those fucktards made TRAFFIC STUDIES before they made us the 'fuck you' section of Tallmadge and took away our 4 lanes. Fuck their stupid ass probably friend of friend enriching themselves traffic study!

Ah yes, the aforementioned potential drug use. When they--her and her boyfriend--moved in, they made a BIG DEAL telling Eddie and I about their addictions, how long they were off, what about drug dealing around here [so they could shop close to home?], and both Eddie and I said when they went back across the street "Why would you tell strangers that stuff?!" Oh wait, cuz this is the Land of Misfit Toys!!

When I came home from class last night there was a car at the end of Robinette waiting to make a turn either way, unable to see if they had a left turn signal on or not; but they didn't have a right one on. Because the street is so narrow, they had to go before I could turn onto the street. Traffic opened up in both lanes and I'm sitting in the turn lane. Uh, dafuq?? I blast my horn and la ti da, the mother fucker PUT DOWN HIS CELL PHONE and made a left turn! He had been on his fucking phone texting or online or something. You don't sit at a stop sign and fucking do that!!!

I know that car, though can't right now place it; but if I see them driving around while I'm wandering around on foot, I'll make them pull over and then tell them to not fucking play on their phone at a stop sign again. As a public service. I'm nice that way.

Excited for next Friday cuz I'll be taking Mackenzie AND her older sister Dayle to Kent State. As I use to do like 10+ years ago. Though it'll be snowy maybe I can get 'em to reenact this pix. And that is the bell the students rung on May 4th to get people to the protest. Provided it wasn't close to May 4th I always let them ring it. It's LOUD!

bellringers

Back to trying to figuring out a legal opinion that's all about the definition of the word 'willful' that I have to write a brief on. Then I have another opinion to brief that's about the intentional infliction of emotional distress and I have to apply it to a scenario we were given.

Think I have my school work schedule figured out now, hey 4th week of classes, takes some time. I need to figure out a Mackenzie schedule and probably a Dayle schedule too, either with Mackenzie or alone, so she's not left out. Need to throw a snowball or something over at Celeste's house. No, she'd probably text me "Something hit my house". I'll send a virtual one over.

At the end of the day, I don't think it's difficult to return to the Land of Misfit Toys. "You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave."

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