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It's Thursday September the 28 around 2:44PM and

TVI: Stage Fright, The Other Jerk in the Echo, and Running Whilst Pregnant

This is weak and I know it is. I elaborated on some things to help form visuals and mood and make my life look more exciting, because it's not. For example, the pregnant lady was actually a homeless guy and I don't have stage fright, I am actually a woman.

Jackson asked that I not take up so much space on the site so for now on you can find the gist of my junk, following the link...

Idiot 1. Guy that commented on me choosing to urinate in a toilet rather than the wall mounted urinal beside him is an idiot. Thanks for opening your big mouth caveman, maybe I had a colostomy bag or another serious problem down there. Well it does so happen I have a nefarious case of stage fright that locks me up like a clam and causes me major pain. Why would you WANT me to stand next to you?

Idiot 2. I like bus drivers. I wanted to be one because then I could just drive around all day NOT IN SERVICE. Or I would do one day I only pick up white people, and then one day I only pick up Asian people and have one ethnic group permitted on my bus at a time, then explain this was what people wanted according to the latest Sam Sullivan survey. I would also go off the normal route and change the route name on the bus, then when people get all mad I went off the route I would play it like they are on crack - "You got on the wrong bus man". But anyways, a bus driver today, obviously suffering from depression brought on by the fact he is a bus driver, made a very pregnant lady run for his bus. He knew she was there because I saw him looking in the mirror, and then he split. Could have waited for 5 seconds longer and made that lady's morning not start out like shit. Your life sucks, we get it, don't take it out on other people...that's my job.

Idiot 3. Not everyone that honks at you is pissed off. I honked and waved because we are both driving charcoal Grey Toyota Echos. We must have an invisible bond that ties us together and if you hadn't hurled that can of pop at my window, you idiot sack of goo, we could have explored the possibility of a longterm friendship. I don't know where your head was at but now I'm willing to forgive you. We can go to Red Burrito together or something. P.S - I really liked your mustache, it was bad-ass.