don't mess with abbagirl, pt. 2

you know, i've been so busy this week getting ready for my friend's visit tomorrow -- and bay to breakers -- i haven't really had time to think about tomorrow, really.

even now, i feel it's too late to really worry about it.

what's going to happen will happen. as measuring life mentioned in one of her recent posts, scores have already been determined at this point -- and doing any last-minute prayers seems rather superfluous and futile.

so i don't have any last-minute, poignant things to say about it.

although if i could, i would pretend i was the character carol ann from one of the freakiest movies of my childhood, poltergeist, and just eerily say in sing-song . . . .

"they're he-re . . . "

:-T

maybe i won't wait to check the results.

maybe i can stay at the office straight through, until 6 or so tomorrow, before going to the airport.

there's no question -- i want to know how i did.

but there is a question of whether i am capable of accepting anymore bad news. . . .

i really don't want bad news. . . .

anyway, my house still isn't ready for my friend.

i haven't done any running in about two days now.

oh, poopersnap.

:(

i also feel i am in the midst of p.m.s.-ing.

if i get my period now of all times, just a few days before having to race, i'll be so mad. i hate running while on the rag!

my p.m.s. also seems to be manifesting itself into road rage as well. this morning, during my commute on one of the country roads i use to get into the city for work, i got cut off by this obnoxious black chick in a black beemer. there were two lanes; i was in the left lane, and the right lane was about to merge into mine. the black lady had been at a bit of a distance behind me, in the right lane, and just as the two lanes were about to merge, she zoomed up and cut in front of me at the last minute.

i was mad.

there was already someone merging in front of me -- and in my opinion, it is polite to take turns in merging. each lane should give and take, one at a time. so if she had any sense of decorum, she should have gotten behind me, since another car had just found a slot in front of me.

and she very easily could have just merged in behind me. there was no one behind me for at least half a mile.

plus, we were all merging into one lane anyway. we're all going to be going at the same speed, in a single line -- so cutting in front of people is really pointless. you're not going to get very far or be in a much better position than if you just got behind me.

but that's assuming all people are rational. this punk ass bitch wasn't. she cut in front of me -- and nearly hit my front right fender.

i got mad.

because my horn doesn't work, i flashed my lights and high-beamed her. several times. and i kept doing it for a number of seconds until i saw her flip me off. i saw her hand go up even through her tinted back window.

then i tail-gated her ass.

that made her so mad.

she tried to throw me off and abruptly slammed on her brakes a few times.

psh. amateur.

i maintain my own car -- i know my braking system quite well -- and i knew how close to go.

so as i tail-gated her, i could see her flipping me off a couple more times. and the lady was literally jumping mad. like, livid.

but i've been in such a bad mood lately i didn't care. it felt good to not care.

seriously, though, i don't see how the lady could think she could be rude in traffic and not have people be rude back to her.

so i rode her ass as much as i could -- until i finally, and quite disappointedly, had to turn off to another street. i was hoping that i would get to drive past her car so that i could make obscene gestures, but unfortunately, it was not to be.

poopersnap.