junecleavage

I don't like happy people. There I said it. I don't like them in my supermarket, highway, convenience store, gas station, social network, etc. I don't like 'em. What the fuck are they so happy about and why do I need to have any part in it? The irony in this lies within: I am happy. I just don't feel the need to spew it about all over the road for some poor sap to avoid while they are merely trying to get off at the next exit. And your need to text your feeling goodness should not come at the expense of my attempt to get from point A to point B. Your fucking happy should not deter me from me from my fucking destination is all. Good time, good feeling, life is good shit just doesn't compute with me. That isn't to say I don''t appreciate. It is merely to say "Get the fuck out of my face, pay attention when you are driving (fuck hole) and stop singing along to to god damned Avril Lavigne and maybe get a clue (in a field full of clues wearing clue flavored musk). Is all. Have I mentioned that I sort of hate people?