I figured I’d just start an all-encompassing pit thread for venting directed at anyone or anything at any time, because I’m not in a constructive mood and the past three days have given me the irrepressable urge to jump off of a bridge 
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To my (ex?)-girlfriend: I don’t know what, if anything, I did to piss you off and I won’t know if you keep avoiding me.
To my (ex?)-girlfriend’s thirteen-year-old brother: It is rude to both your older sister and your older sister’s confused, upset, and still madly IL boyfriend to pose as your sister on the telephone, and I hate to tell you this(even if I’m really not) but you can pull off the act quite well.
To the Internet: I don’t care how old it is, it should be much easier to find information on the Tandy Color Computer. These machines were made to be tinkered with on a nitty-gritty level, after all. That’s why it’s BASIC has the poke and peek commands!
To my mother, whose heard this plenty of times: No, I’m not well-acquainted with traffic law. Yes, I do know what happens if I smash into another vehicle. No, I don’t freak out every time I make a mistake, but that doesn’t mean I don’t learn from it. Yes, I think you do need to relax.
To the Police Officers who Wrote me a Ticket Tonight: True, I was in violation of my learner’s liscense by driving in an empty parking lot with a sixteen-year-old friend. True, that’s illegal. That’s no excuse for striking me out of the blue with questions about my school record and whether or not I do drugs. Sorry for disappointing you by being clean. There’s no excuse for being a complete ass to my friend who happened to be in the passenger seat at the time! Just because you think someone may be a criminal doesn’t mean that you have to threaten them when they’ve done nothing remotely suspicious, no matter what you say. Yes, I can actually drive a car without first accidentally putting it into reverse, when there’s an INDICATOR on the SHIFTER.
To my Friend who Allowed me to Drive his Car: I wouldn’t be as angry had you went jogging with me as you said you would do, but instead you decided against it and now, thanks to your laziness, I have missed yet another night of the training program that I would like to stick to for once. By the way, ACCURATELY report to me how many notches there are from park to drive, espically when there’s an officer of the law nearby!
To myself: You’re no longer the honors student with the perfect record. You’re now the wannabe teacher’s pet with a traffic violation. Anyone who knows about this will instantly see you as someone who knows better and breaks the law anyway. Also, if you stop exercising and keep eating like you want to, you’re going to wind up with cardiovascular problems like your parents. I don’t care if you get a little fat, but I can’t afford to buy you any larger clothes either, so don’t. And for the sake of all that is holy, STOP CALLING HER HOUSE! You know her siblings are all evil incarnate. By the way, suck it up and stop venting, you crybaby.
**into the shallow, slow-moving stream three feet below where I can splash around and have a merry time.
