Cars cars cars

Gees, I am so aggravated. “!?”*&%”* Sometimes driving gets me in a most foul mood, as there are sooooooo many idiots out there who never should be allowed to drive at all. Hello, did you get the license in the mail or what?! I could seriously just kick their arses. Like today, driving home from Bryne on a main road going straight forward. Hardly any twist and turns. The limit was 70 kmh. But do you think the person three cars ahead drove at 70? Noooooooo. “Oh look at me, I am such a d***head I have to drive in 45”. There was so much traffic that it was virtually impossible to overtake the cars. So there we were, getting more and more infuriated by the minute. It is morons like that which create dangerous situations in the traffic. In the end people become so furious they take hazardous chances at overtaking. I guess you can say that living in a rural area I am quite used to slow going vehicles such as tractors and stuff. At least they have a reason; they can’t go any faster! But sometimes they too lack the ability to show some consideration in traffic. If you, for some reason, don’t want to go faster than 50, what about stopping to let the billion cars behind you go by? Unfortunately most drivers don’t. This is why I hate them! If I then overtake them my middle finger mysteriously rises in the passing… Don’t know how it happens?!

There, I needed to vent, as I am lethal these days. Expecting period any day now, apparently. It is so screwed up that whole thing. I feel I just had it. But it leaves me really mad, easily annoyed, an emotional ruin, with sore tits (oooouuuuch!!) bloated body and zits. I look positively striking. No wait, I mean the opposite… *looking for antonym* I look unsightly. Yea, I am so glad I’ll be like this at Christmas. Thankful being the word…

But, I am happy that Christmas is drawing ever so close. I am done with the presents, and I am happy with what I have bought. I did spend an insane amount of money, but hey; it is worth it. I love the feeling of giving… and by God; I am so looking forward to eating the fantabulous dinner on the 24th. Can hardly wait at all! It is so divine that I actually dream about it beforehand. I dreamt about eating it last night. Woke up literally drooling, and my mouth making eating motions… Oh, oh, oh, and guess what I dreamt too… I don’t know if I ever told you I saw one of Bob’s daughters. Well, I went to buy a vacuum cleaner and as it turned out, she worked there. I saw it immediately that she had to be his kid. She looked so much like him it was unreal. I nearly started to laugh. She seemed like a really nice girl. Anywhhooo…
Last night I dreamt I had it on with her. *LOL* So weird. I guess my subconscious is sick and tired of the dad, so then to get some change; why not go for the daughter eh!?!
However; I am not going to get into an in-depth- analysis of what that dream means... 
I must be a psychological mess. *lol* (Unfortunately my consciousness is not at all sick of him… no really!?!)

I am not the tidiest of persons, but I have my neurotic sides, just like anyone else. For instance; I merely have to colour-coordinate and pair my socks when hung to dry. Just look.



As for CDs; at the top of the shelf I keep the ones I have the most CDs of, like “The Who” and U2. Then “The Doors” comes, which I have 5 by. Then downwards from there, until the ones I only have one CD by. All compilations, greatest hits, musicals, singles and soundtracks are neatly put by others from the same group. In addition, within all these groups I alphabetize all of them by artist. I won’t reveal any more neuroses, but I will tell you this; I am officially Monica in “Friends”.

Well, I think this is enough for today. I hope you all are enjoying the holidays

Lovey dovey

EV ;-) Kiss kiss, hug hug...