I am made of scars...

Have you ever been sitting there, not really doing anything, and notice a scar you've never seen before?  I used to know where and how I got every scar I have.  Lately though, it seems that I am finding a plethora of scars that I have no clue how they got there, and that seems a little depressing to me.  Life can be defined by your experiences, and more so by the scars you have, both physically, emotionally and spiritually.  Know your scars, as you know your flaws.

Don't mind me, you just keep acting like an idiot.

Why is it that people in California drive completely retarded all the time?  I know that everyone thinks that they're the best driver in the world, and that everyone else is either an maniac or a moron (myself included), but Christ on a cracker, these people are just dumb.  I freely admit that I drive quite a bit faster than the posted speed limit, and that that behavior shouldn't necessarily be condoned, but why, in the name of all that is holy, do people insist on cutting me off and then proceed to drive a slowly as they can?

Seriously, these ass-hats couldn't wait five more seconds for me to pass them before they moved into my lane.  And what the hell is up with everyone stacking up in the fast lane?  If someone behind you is going faster than you are, get out of their way. I always get out of their way if they happen to be going faster than me. It's the polite thing to do.  So, get the hell out of the way, ya dumbass.

That is all.