rrrrrrrrrraaaaant!
Nov. 11th, 2009 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat_lairDear wanker in a white sports car,
It may have escaped your notice but while that massive intersection we had the misfortune of meeting in has pedestrian crossings, it does not have pedestrian lights. That means no little red or green men for poor people like me who walk. And that means that I must rely on checking the traffic lights for cars and which way they are going in order to know when it is safe for me to cross. Which I did. However, despite years of wishing I have yet to develop telepathic abilities. Therefore, IF YOU DO NOT USE YOUR FUCKING INDICATOR AS REQUIRED BY LAW, COMMON SENSE AND HUMAN DECENCY, I CANNOT KNOW THAT YOU SUDDENLY DECIDE TO TURN AND ACCELARATE TOWARD ME WHEN I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. And then when I spread my hands at you in the universal 'wtf dude, you almost killed me?' gesture, you have the fucking nerve to give me the finger? Well fuck you. Fuck you with a rusty wrench. I hope someone keys the shit out of your car, breaks in and pisses all over the seats. And then sets it on fire. While your laptop and credit cards are still inside. And then, because it turns you paid someone to do it for insurance fraud, I hope you get caught, sent to prison and have your license taken off permanently so you have to walk everywhere. If you still can after six months in the same cell as Big Eddie, who has a tattoo of a bulldog wrapped in an Union Jack on one bicep and Charles Manson's face on the other. And unlike you, never needed a flashy car to compensate for the size of his dick.
So there.
No love,
Kat
It may have escaped your notice but while that massive intersection we had the misfortune of meeting in has pedestrian crossings, it does not have pedestrian lights. That means no little red or green men for poor people like me who walk. And that means that I must rely on checking the traffic lights for cars and which way they are going in order to know when it is safe for me to cross. Which I did. However, despite years of wishing I have yet to develop telepathic abilities. Therefore, IF YOU DO NOT USE YOUR FUCKING INDICATOR AS REQUIRED BY LAW, COMMON SENSE AND HUMAN DECENCY, I CANNOT KNOW THAT YOU SUDDENLY DECIDE TO TURN AND ACCELARATE TOWARD ME WHEN I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. And then when I spread my hands at you in the universal 'wtf dude, you almost killed me?' gesture, you have the fucking nerve to give me the finger? Well fuck you. Fuck you with a rusty wrench. I hope someone keys the shit out of your car, breaks in and pisses all over the seats. And then sets it on fire. While your laptop and credit cards are still inside. And then, because it turns you paid someone to do it for insurance fraud, I hope you get caught, sent to prison and have your license taken off permanently so you have to walk everywhere. If you still can after six months in the same cell as Big Eddie, who has a tattoo of a bulldog wrapped in an Union Jack on one bicep and Charles Manson's face on the other. And unlike you, never needed a flashy car to compensate for the size of his dick.
So there.
No love,
Kat