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Thursday August 1, 2002 - 12:20 p.m.

Things That Annoy Me, but Most Likely Shouldn't:

* The fact that I can't get my car stereo to stop doing that infuriating music seek thing with my tapes. Any time it thinks there isn't any music happening, it fast forwards manically in search of some. Problem is, there usually is music playing, it's just maybe a little more quiet than the stereo would like it to be.

(Oh yes. I still listen to tapes sometimes. I know, I'm so behind the times. I'm silly and quaint that way. Don't you want to just pinch my cheeks?)

* The fact that on at least a weekly basis, I almost die one of two ways, namely, either

a) backing out of my garage, because people fly through the parking lot at such a rate of speed that by the time they spot me, they're already pretty much on top of me, breathing down my neck while simultaneously snapping it with their monstrous, party-colored SUVs.

(I mean, come on people. I'm backing out of a fully enclosed garage. I cannot see you until I get most of the car out into the parking lot. I'm not trying to race you and I'm not trying to get in front of you. I've also made it easy on you by backing out so slooooooowly that you must be able to see me in plenty of time. It's not as if I've jumped in front of you suddenly.)

(A pox on you.)

OR

b) simply driving straight up 1300 East toward my home, because people seem to think that the light at 6600 South is simply that jaunty shade of red for festive purposes, and couldn't possibly apply to any specific rules of the road, and therefore it doesn't occur to them to actually stop and look before turning right onto 1300 East.

Can't really blame them on that one, then, I guess.

* Pictures of Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock together.

Add her kids into the equation, and I am just fully weirded out.

Next time, Things That Make Me Really Happy, but are Sort of Stupid, So Most Likely Shouldn't.

-Mlle R







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