lyssie | Sep. 23rd, 2001

Well, my car is a Buick... damn. I knew it, now I don't. It's not a Lesabre, though.

Anyway. It drives well. I'm sort of not used to the whole automatic part, but I'm adjusting. Power windows, however, are really fricking cool.

Now I don't have to run around opening all the windows before driving. And the weather has been GORGEOUS for driving with all windows open.

I'm having to park out in front of the house, which is weird, since I am used to driving into the alley around to the back. So far, I've managed to remember and NOT attempt to park in the back...

Bought gas last night--after ascertaining at work that, yes, the tank opening was on the driver's side. Was kinda wierd, yet not.

Now. A few minor rant-type things about people who drive in my neighborhood...

1. Stopping your car in the middle of the street to buy your drugs/talk to some friend/shoot up is NOT coolneatowowie. To the rest of us needing to get by you it just looks plain stupid. And gives us more reason to want to kill you.

2. Honking your horn to tell your date it's time to get picked up is not conducive of intelligence. Hello? Go up and knock on her/his door, fuckhead. The rest of us are trying to sleep at 3am.

3. A stop sign is there for you to stop, check there is no cross-traffic, and go. It is not there for you to leer at the hookers, and it's not there for you to--again--buy your drugs. Running the stop sign in front of a car that was going into the intersection is also a no-no.

There are more, but those are the ones that I saw tonight.

Fuckers.

Anyway. I still loathe my job with every fiber of my being.

My boss is still an idiot.