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On my way into the parking garage this morning I paused at the gate to
take my ticket and I was about to proceed forward and then I realize
Mr. or Mrs. I drive an SUV with four wheel drive but I'm all about
spinning my tires on this slush on this probably too steep ramp and
now I'm going to reverse because I suck was there preventing me from
being less late to my lovely job where people don't show up on
Monday's because they think they are important.

After waiting for oh probably ten minutes for this genius to realize
they should maybe try going up at an angle instead of trying the same
way about three hundred and four times I sighed and not so silently
cursed this person because I have anti-patience, especially for dumb
people. In the midst of my I am all mighty and triumphant moment I
firmly grasped the wheel of my beloved chariot, directing it 37
degrees to the right and gunned it. Needless to say my sad, little car
that doesn't even have a hubcap on the front drivers side wheel made
it up that ramp in one deft attempt. But then I had to follow Mr/Mrs
SUV all the way up the ramp at 3MPH. By the end of my journey I did
all that I could to resist my homicidal urges of pushing them through
the plate glass of the skyway.

There is no point except that I think I have been having homicidal
urges much to often this holiday season, probably in response to the
realization that I will be graduating soon and then will have to have
a real life that will be infitinitley more simple than it is right
now. Go ahead and try having a real life at the same time you're
trying to have one of those "I'm in college and being all
intellectual" lives. It consumes you and leaves you with no time to
breath which is good because if I have time to breathe then I have
time to think and when I have time to think then I convince myself
that I am 3/4 crazy, 1/8 normal, 1/16 smart, and 1/16 not funny,
though the ratios are never that consistent.