Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

A blog about life, love and the smell that used to come from the trunk of my car, before it was stolen.

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28, single, comic book geek, that's me in a nut shell.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Not much in life bothers me. Well... people who know me will say that that's the biggest line of bullshit ever written, but it's true everyday stuff that might upset people doesn't really bother me, i'm talking being cut-off by another driver or shit like that. One thing that does bug the shit out of me is Cyclists that don't use the bike path. Motherfuckers! I take St-patrick to go to work because it's nice and peaceful and right next to the water. I take this path to be able to relax on the way to work NOT to dodge dumbass people on their bikes. This morning i actually got out and counted how many steps from the street to the bike path, 13 steps. You know, that little street was built special for you fuckers.


On a brighter note, and for all the ladies out there...

Is it just me or are garbage men hot? I'm aware that they probably smell like shit until about shower #5, but still. Evertime i'm stuck behind a garbage truck i'm always surprised to see some hot guy shlepping the trash into the truck. All muscles, tattoos and sweat. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but fuck it's enough to make a girl wanna chill out at the dump.... well maybe not but you get my point.

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