5 months? Is it 5 months already? Its been 5 months since we got together. Of course, its officially 5 months. Its longer, i reckon.

So, we've been through quite a lot. There were incidents that can only be described as "backside itchy" on my part. Doing what i was told not to do. Doing what i promised what to do. But magnanimously, she still forgave me. Love.

At this moment, its 4.21am. Its nostalgic. It feels like friday nights when i was still single. When i would come back from THE ride, and sit in front of the computer and just vegetate. Blogging counts as vegetating actually. There's no intellectual or physical betterment to myself just sitting here, pressing random keys, dissing stuff.

There's this sudden, huge influx of cars with extremely bright headlights that look like they're perpetually on high-beam. Is this even legal? Its a danger to other road users. Namely. Me. Its a pain in the ass because every time one of these idiots are on the opposite side of the road, i cannot even see where i'm going anymore, with all those lights in my face.

Even the super-beams reflecting off my side/rear view mirrors blinds me momentarily. Unless the moron decides to stick behind me and continue illuminating the rear of my car and inside my head. During those encounters, i always feel like slamming on my brakes because i cannot see shit.

Tailgaters.... I never tailgate. I don't like the idea of slamming into the rear of some moron who decides to suddenly brake because he wants to put his cashcard into his ERP reader thingy.

But there are people who tailgate people because they're going too slow. Apparently 110km/h is too slow for these guys with flashy cars. So, they love to stick really close to the "road hogger" and high-beam the poor guy relentlessly until the poor guy has to give way to the loser.

I'm different. I NEVER give way to these pricks. I let them overtake me if they can. And. When they show me the finger. I feel like i've won.

*shrug* Cheap thrills.

Motorcyclists. They and their precariously perched girlfriends love to whiz in and out of traffic. Of course, if they suddenly ram into me. And get paralysed or die. Its my fault. Because i'm unable to avoid a homing missile.

I'll sue the fucking shit out of ANY reckless motorcylist that rams into my car, and wastes my time. I don't care if he's paralysed or maimed. I will fucking sue the bitch to kingdom come. Their genes need to be stomped out.

Youthful bravado needs to be nipped in the bud. Sheep need to act like sheep.

I don't know. I can harden my heart and become less than human if i need to.