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And all that bitching doesn't include family or work. That's a goddamn book in itself.

I'll shut up now. Oh, 7500. Nice.

Nope ... just to pissed off to sleep anyway. I'll go and lay down and become more angry because I can't sleep.

I really should be in bed. Should have been in bed three hours ago.

That, and it's just a piece of shit anyway. Tough bastard though, I've "dropped" it a bunch and it still works.

I hate my stupid cell phone - don't even know why I have one. I spend most of my day looking at the caller ID and seeing the two or three people that call it once in a blue moon and wind up ignoring the call anyway.

Stupid IROC isn't fast enough. It's quick enough to scare me sometimes, but I need to do something about it. And holy christ ... traction is such an issue.

I like to take my stress out in the gym, but lately I just get pissed off at that because there are so many frickin' tools in the weight room. Normally I walk in, see the weights and that's all ... do what I need to do and get out. But shit ... there are so many stupid people out there it's ridiculous. Punk ass kids too. Yeah you're real cute picking up the 80lb dumbbells and smirking at everyone while you struggle to put up four reps with good form. Grab the 120's and do a proper six reps, then smirk.

I will break the fingers off of the next punk who drives by my house doing double the speed limit with their stereo cranked and body panels rattling.

And now I get pissed off because I'm pissed off. Been really nice the past couple days ... let shit slide, calm myself down, keep the blood pressure low ... then BAM - get pissed off, everything goes to shit, and I get pissed off at myself for letting myself get angry.

I need a major trip to LA ... really scope out some homes/property and talk to those whom have offered positions.

And gas prices ... holy hell ... I don't get it.

Then I get this lady that knocks on my door today. "Hi, is so-and-so here?" Sorry, you must have the wrong address ... no one here by that name. "Are you sure? I think that's their car out there." That's my car. "Are you sure they aren't inside? I swear they live here." I'm the only one home. You're welcome to come inside and take a look, but right now I'm in the middle of cleaning my handgun collection. "I'll stop by later and see if they're home then." I'll still be cleaning my guns when you stop by later, and I assure you, they still won't be here. Ten minutes later ... "Hi, did a middle aged lady come to your door?" Oh shit, let me guess, escaped patient? "How did you know?" "Nevermind"

I'm standing in my driveway talking to a friend and this old shit in some SUV drives by and must have taken at least 30 seconds to pass my driveway (25 feet wide at the road, stupid city bylaws). Creep much?

Broke another goddamn blade in the jigsaw today. Piece of shit.

That's another thing. I need more sleep ... 8-10 hours, get 6 on a good night, most nights less. Absolutely ridiculous.

Yeah, it is late. I'm super pissed off and venting.

I had some stupid motherfucker ride my ass ... we're talking two or three feet ... big ass lifted F250 vs crotch rocket, yeah, awesome.

Neighbor took the fence down between our yards. Jackass contractor #1 quit, there's two weeks. Jackass contractor #2 still hasn't showed up ... been a month and a half with no fence, we both have animals ... just get the goddamn thing done already.

And skinny kids going to the gym who do nothing but take up space and do just bicep curls drive me insane. Almost as insane as people who don't ask for a spot when they damn well know themselves that they need it.

Two jackasses in the gym today thinking they were they shit. Wearing sandals. 1. Sign on the door says "no open toed footwear" ... 2. Common sense. 3. Common sense. 4. You're not tough. 5. Common sense.

That's it ... I'm starting to dig a basement entrance tomorrow. Don't give a shit if I have to do it by hand, it'll fucking get done.

Godsmack - awesome to deal with ... would definitely do business with again.

Thinking is for rich folks.

My exhaust guy frickin' rules. That is all.