What I think about on my morning commute

Sorry I've been so lax in my posting - I was sick. Quite sick in fact. But I'm feeling better. At least I now can breaf (breathe) a little better. Although I have to admit, I'm a little worried about how excited I was over the fact that because I was congested I was able to spread Vicks Vapo-Rub all over my chest and neck. I mean - I guess it could be considered a little "weird" to know that one of my favorite parts about being sick is the Vicks Vapo-Rub.
Please don't judge.

BTW - does anyone know anything about mucous? The Roommate says that mucous is good for you. I'm not quite sure I buy that - but I'm definitely willing to get a second opinion. I'm one of those people who like to blow their nose when it's running (like when I'm sick) or when it's stuffed up. Call me crazy, but snot me no likey.

Anyway - so let me get back to what I'm supposed to posting about... my morning commute. I have a lot of thoughts that go through my head throughout my morning commute. Most of them quite inappropriate. Uhm, no, not that THOSE kind of inappropriate thoughts (dirty reader!), but more like "not nice". Some would say downright mean. I'm sure many of you are aware by now of my random bouts of road rage, but I think I've transpired to a new level of road rage now. This new level is now piggy-backing on another one of the things on my "shit that really annoys me" list.

For example, I pulled out of my street this morning behind this big, ugly diesel shit-kicker truck and all I could think was... "Oh my God - this fucker probably even has a girlfriend or a wife!" There was this thinks his shit don't stink, Redneck, complete with the "I love the South"/ Confederate flag bumper stickers all over the back of his big ass truck, driving down the street honking at everything in sight. And seriously, I found myself getting so upset at the thought that a social dumbass like him probably has a significant other (maybe even w/a couple of other chicks on the side) and yet I'm still single.

I really don't consider myself to be bitter about being single. In past years, I've even been known to embrace it. Relish in it. But as I get older, I find myself thinking more often than not... "That freak has a girlfriend!" or "That bitch has a boyfriend!"

Yikes, what is my deal!?!?

Random: I'm eating Pineapple Tidbits. hehehe, tidbits. It's like "Pineapple Gossip" or "Pineapple Factoids".

So, I feel a little guilty about my judgements. But I know I'm not the only person who feels this way, so I have at least that much to take comfort in.