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Today on my subway ride to school I overheard a very interesting conversation (yes, by overheard I really mean that I was eavesdropping).
A guy was proud of the fact that he lost his license because of a DUI.
Do you know why he was so proud of that fact?
Ill give you three guesses…

If you guessed it was because it meant he never had to be the designated driver. You were right.

The best part of the conversation was that was the reason he never got his licence back. He owns two cars but doesn’t drive them just so he doesn’t have to drive his drunk friends around.

(I know you’re probably wondering how I managed to catch all those details. I have bionic ears. I’m like a superhero. Eavesdropwoman to the rescue. Only ear wax can stop her!!!)

I really think I want to become a psychiatrist and ride the TTC all day having sessions with commuters. I’d make a killing.

Had a morning full of traffic, which reminded me that I needed to write about the 5 things I hate lately

1. HWY 400 – This one is pretty self explanatory if you’ve ever had the pleasure of driving on it
2. The Flu – Seriously, why did it pick me? I think I’m just going to live in a bubble from now on, it seems safer.
3. iTunes Shuffle – Not entirely sure of the logic behind this, but why does it feel the need to play the a song by the same artist one after another? Don’t even try to tell me that it’s based on the songs I most frequently listen to, because it plays songs/artists I barely listen to all the time.
4. Laundry – I’ve pretty much concluded that I only buy clothes so that I don’t have to do laundry. It’s probably the worst thing ever. I need to get rich and hire someone to do my laundry.
5. Thanksgiving. Please refer to this post if you need a refresher.

Here’s 5 things I hate lately!
No pictures in the hate posts because they don’t deserve any

1. Gloomy Days
2. The hard yolk part of sunny side up eggs
3. When people touch my stuff
4. When my iPhone freezes
5. Bars/Clubs/Drunk people

The majority of you probably don’t know that I have thyroid problems (pretty sure 50% of the population does as well). I have since I was a weee little one. The main point of the story is that they finally decided to make me go for a biopsy (where they’re going to stick a needle in my neck, which should be east given my tattoos and piercings).

Everyone I’ve told has wished me good luck, which really weirds me out. I don’t want luck. This isn’t a grade 4 history test. I want a skilled doctor who’s going to stick that needle in me because he knows how, not because of some luck he’s having today (although if he is lucky, I’ll let him buy me a lottery ticket!).

I totally appreciate everyone’s well wishes, but it freaks me out. I’m going to have to come up with a new social standard to replace good luck in circumstances like this one.

Do you ever take a look at the people in your life and think…wow, I really wish you would get a taste of reality? And by taste, I actually mean a swift kick in the ass.

It actually disgusts me to see people who have everything they ever wanted, just complain about everything, and constantly feel sorry for themselves. I don’t want to be surrounded by them anymore. I spend more time alone because they make me fucking depressed. Which is lame, because I like being happy and doing things =)

I think a new thing for me this year is to only surround myself with positive people.
I really can’t spend anymore of my time trying to make people happy because it’s just a lost cause. You’re going to be a sad fuck no matter what I do.

That’s my rant for today.

On to better things…
I bought some sweet accessories for my MINI today. Stay tuned later this week for pictures. My baby is going to look so beautiful.

Today I managed to install a light fixture. I’m so impressed with myself. It only took one call to my uncle to get the wiring figured out. Plus, I only walked away with one minor scrape.

Ok, I’m going to finish my homework and catch up on this season of Lost.
I’m a sucker for punishment.

p.s. I rarely swear on the internet. That’s how you know I’m angry.
p.p.s. I really need a new anonymous blog so I can use it to complain.