Manic Tuesday

 Seemed like a manic day.  I like parking in a garage, but I dislike it when another vehicle can't seem to make up their mind when it comes to moving out of the way.  I started to come down the alley and I didn't realize that the tow truck that was parked towards our garage was parked there.  I thought I give up and I'm going to back out.  Well, this person got in the tow truck and came charging towards me.  This is a rental car.  This is not my car and excuse me for saying this - I fucking panicked. I had to blow the horn to say slow down.  Well we got to the point where the truck drove up on an edge and went around me.

What is wrong with everyone?  I think I need to get out of the house more and then this happens?  So many times I dealt with alley bullies when I would leave in the morning. I would pull out and someone would come zipping down the alley and I would have to pull back in.  

I was going to make an appointment at the beauty school tomorrow night to make my eyebrows two.  Well no thanks. I don't want to drive this car anymore than I have to until I get my toy car back. I had an appointment Thursday morning and they cancelled.  The school made a mistake and they didn't have any students available in the daytime.  Well I'm waiting until Sunday and go to the place I vowed I would never go back to for it.  I'm not getting my hair cut so it's not the same thing.  At least parking is free.

The lurker struck again.  I so want to say Do you like anyone?  Why are you so hypercritical of everyone and why is there an incessant need to point out everything we do wrong, stalker.  I need a change.  

I didn't realize Kamala was here and close by.  I was near the next President.

And oh, George Clooney endorsed her?  Did we ask for George's opinion?  Just because you married someone smart doesn't mean we want to know what you think.  We have Beyonce.  Buzz off and give me money back for most of your movies.

I was listening to Tim Kaine talk about how the Democrats who put the pressure on Joe would have handled it better.  They humiliated him. I get why he referred to them as the elites.  I also forgot that years ago, Joe did have a couple of brain aneurysms, like back in the 80s  He's still better functioning that Velveeta Voldemort.  


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