Yeah. So I still have a blog, apparently.
There's a certain anonymity to writing blogs. Whether or not people read it is not decided by me. I just write it. Kind of like a book, but with books you are inviting others to read, and I'm not really doing that with a blog. The blog is just for thoughts I doubt other people would read. At least, not people I know... or the people concerned therein.
I kicked a car today 8D because I was in the cross walk, I had the right of way and they still tried to run me down. I'm 98% sure they were tourists trying to pretend like they weren't tourists and 2% sure they are just regular tourists. Anyway, I got pissed, because I was pissed, and kicked their grill and shouted “Dude! Right of fucking way!” to which they said “....Oh. We didn't have – Are you okay?”
Because, clearly, when someone kicks your grill, the correct reaction is to inquire after their wellbeing.
After reassuring the nice assholes that I was just fine and dandy, I walked off. As an afterthought, I added that I didn't dent their car.
I wasn't wear the right shoes. I could dent a car, if I was wearing the right shoes (read: combat and/or stilettos) but I was wearing my walking shoes because I was walking to the ABC corner store.
Sidebar: WTF is up with zippos that have tits on them? It's so... awful that I actually kind of want one. And I don't even smoke, or use zippos.
P.S. When you look up "sycophancy" in Wikipedia, "Yes Man" is listed as a result.
