79 days

I am in piss mode. This morning is just NOT my morning. First off, to begin my rant of bullshit, we have school today. And JCPS waited until 5 in the fucking morning to tell us. It's like they keep it a secret and let us party and stay up late. Then we wake up tired as a mother fucker to find that SURPRISE! We have school today.

Then you drive to school, pissed off of course, and get cut off by a school bus!? SCHOOL BUS DRIVERS CAN'T DRIVE! Why do we trust them to our children's lives twice a day? And then there's two inches of snow and ice on the road and they're tearing down the cul de sac at 40 running over mailboxes and shit? CLOSE SCHOOL! AND BO WON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Then. I'm sitting in traffic, right? And I'm at the base of a T-bone intersection at the bottom of a hill. The hill is covered in ice, I see a Honda at the top of the hill, and he's not stopping. About halfway down the hilll I see his wheels lock and he starts sliding right into me. Wait a second, is that? Ryan Whatley? Yes. It is. He STILL hasn't learned to drive that 2 cylinder snot-green piece of shit and now he's about to hit me. He didn't hit me, but I SWEAR, if he did shit would've happened. I was already screaming at him from the inside of my car as I saw his dumbass blank face through the window while he tried to swerve his annoying little weedwacker to a stop. That kid is stupid as shit. I hope he wrecks that ugly ass car of his into a tree, and I hope the tree lives. And I hope that tree and all his/her tree friends giggle their asses off at Whatley and his wrecked and (finally) silenced joke of a car.

That felt good. B-t-dubs I had my Air Force interview yesterday. It went well. I have some follow up paper work to do at UofL today. One last thing, question for my future self... Did you know that this day was the day I break up with Hope?