Another Day In The Slow Lane

Driven To Suicidal Thoughts

So I was driving home today and I thought, "what would it be like to open my wrists into a tub of water like some of those ancient Roman dudes?"
Then a guy cut in front of me, and I had a road rage attack where I was swearing my tits off for about 5 blocks as I honked continuously behind him right up to the red lights and through; whereupon he planted his foot and sped off at at least 140kph down City West Link. Cunt.
But I so wanted him to get out of his car and challenge me and I would have belted his face with a crook lock.
So that was my day. How was yours?