Halloween

I wore my kitty ears hat to work today, mostly because it was cold. But I think it looks pretty cute with the red jeans and red ballet flats. I've nothing much to do, just supervising the classroom. This morning I had them do one of the crossword puzzles I created in a fit of boredom. It killed more than an hour, and many people claimed it was extremely hard. But it was good, and made them think. One woman complained about how much she hated crosswords. When I replied that doing it was good for the brain, she snapped "My brain is just fine." The passive aggressive little girl voiced meekness is getting on my nerves. Fie.

It's slightly cloudy and humid out there. My car is in dire need of washing. I have to also unpack many things from up that I was too lazy to do yesterday. Fie again. Sometimes I just want to throw away everything.

My throat aches a bit. It feels like my tonsils are swollen. I really don't want to be sick. That would be annoying.

Mike went to work in his Stormtrooper costume today. I hope he wins a prize.

silver fox

I know I'm going to hell, but I love the way fur looks and feels. I am totally in love with this hat. So beautiful. I want to wrap myself up this coat and move somewhere very cold. It just looks so soft and warm.

(Yes, I know fur is murder and it is cruel to kill animals just for their skins and the world would be so much better if we were all vegan hippies who lived on air, etc, etc, etc. This post is not a commnetary on anything, just an expression of longing for something beautiful and unobtainable in my world. Spare me the lecture. Lecture me on it, and I will ban you.)

white minivans and road rage

Tyler has this thing about white minivans. They are always trouble. It was true today when one shot up the shoulder of the road. He grew incensed that I wouldn't let him over into the lane. (Three lanes of almost stand still rush hour traffic on a major freeway.) He was waving at me and then screaming at me. I rolled down my passenger window and said I wasn't going to let him over because he was an asshat driving illegally. The shoulder is NOT A LANE. You can't just use it when you feel like it.

Someone behind me let him cut in eventually, and he sped around to the other side of my car. From there, he commenced screaming at me over the head of his small child. I believe I said "Learn to drive asshole." His response was "Why don't you say that again in front of my son?!" So I told him to fuck off and stuck my middle finger up at him before rolling up my window and turning the music up really loud.

I hate traffic.

What makes me so incensed that I feel shaky is that he screamed at me and basically implied I was the terrible person for swearing in front of his child. Um. He's the parent who was driving illegally and recklessly, and screaming right over his child's head. It's his bad behavior that started all this. I shouldn't have to "watch my language" just because he's got a small child. I shouldn't be ashamed of cursing at him for his stupidity. He is the one who should be ashamed.

Ugh. I sent everyone home early from work and this is what I get. Brilliant.