I'm so sorry

Did I write what I think I wrote last night? A confession? I'm sorry. I guess I'm so diluted I mistook you for a holy vessel, capable of advising me and granting me salvation. Seventh Heaven: you have rot my brain.

I can't help writing about booger-picking drivers. Its the most amusing thing. I just want to roll down my window, smile, and say, "Hey, you, Mr/Mrs. Booger-picker, I can see you!" Well, if they want to pick it, more power to them, but that's kinda nasty. Where do you put the boogers? Do you roll down the window and flick them at passing traffic? HAHAHA! A PEDESTRIAN! How valiant! To put your honor the line to pick the itch in your nose! I salute you! Pick them with pride. I warn you though, dare you flick your booger at me, I will break your fingers so that you will regret even having a nose for the boogers. Well...there's that damn hostility again.

Going to take the driver's test again on Wednesday. Wish me some luck.