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Two things drive me insane, in a bad way -

People who drive 60 mph in the left lane with no-one in front of them and a long line of traffic behind them.  Are you blind?  Do you not understand that the middle or right lane is just as paved as the left?  You are the cause of accidents because people are zipping in and out of lanes trying to get AROUND you, in the passing lane.  Where you are traveling.  Slowly.  Asshole. 



Highway driving is going to make me into a monster.  ok.  It has made me into a monster.  I don't care.

SECOND- I don't give a shit who uses the public bathroom.  I don't care what parts they have.  There are stalls and i don't need to verify if someone is packing or not.  Peeing in public is already bad, and filthy.  I'm busy trying not to touch anything, not checking to see if that bearded lady is actually a man.  SO when my work decided to make the private bathrooms on my floor (one toilet, private) "unisex" instead of "male" or "female".......it didn't faze me because who cares? 

And then, the goddamned toilet seat is constantly left up and there is piss on the toilet and floor.

Fuck you asshole Men that think it's funny to go into the only bathroom that has a box on the wall for feminine disposal and leave the seat up so we have to touch it.  OR just try to aim in the middle and end up with pee all over the seat.  Fuck you clueless males that don't think about anyone but yourselves when nature calls.  CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF YOU PIG.



I've spent the past year NOT having to clean up piss and shit.  I have to say, I have grown fond of it.  I used to think it was just part of living with a male but GUESS WHAT?  It's not.  Its part of being a lazy ass pig that thinks someone else should clean up after you.  I mind.

I'm not in a bad mood.  I just didn't want to talk about males.  Oops, i did it again. 

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