Irrationally irritated every time i do my walk briskly right out into speeding traffic without pausing or seeming to even look and a damn motorist slows down like i need their help, i understand they couldnt possibly know I'm a venerated professional higheay/parkour/frogger expert and I've already taken into account their vehicle size, type, and velocity. The smart ones always figure it out when i motion my finger point hulahoop traffic cop directions at um as im walking and speed back up, only to be given a minor heart attack when i pass within inches of their fender spinning on one foot and flippin it to a moonwalk for the next vehicle. Sometimes i can catch a glimpse of their expressions of sheer panic combined with the lack of knowing wtf just happened, and that there makes my mofo'N day. I live for that crap, i just wish i had a camera operator to follow me around and post it on youtube for me. I hate youtube and i can only operate a live camera facing myself at arms length... Just not practical. There I ranted about something other than my confusing ass paranoid schizophrenic delusion of a marriage self destructing itself in repeatedly volotile cycles like the movie Groundhog Day mixed with Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Soul, Apocalypse Now, Requiem For A Dream, and Scanner Darkly. LOL Mmmmm that metaphor feels like it fits like a glove. And there's your morning Higher Than A Feather On An Eagle's Butt Spam Post folks. Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all season ladies and germs.