Spaz

I'm Spaz.I'm Spaz Because.I'm unpredictable.
I'll eventually fill up this area with vulgar language and rantings of a crazy bitch. So Tune back in for that...
I do a lot of stupid shit, I say even more stupid shit... But when I do something or say something from the heart, it surpasses everything else. I'm flawed because my friends mean the world to me. A flaw? Yes, a flaw... because in some cases, I'm not the world to my friends. And it causes chaos and pain. But it's also a pain I couldn't live without. Without that pain I wouldn't have such dedication and love as strong as I do. I'm a fucking commiter. When I decide to do something, everything goes into it.
My description is a lil unorthodox because it ranges all over. I love to cook, yet I work on cars. I actually like cleaning, but more so when I'm pissed off. I'm pretty smart but I don't like to show it, because if I act retarded someone would think something was wrong with me. Now they just expect me to be retarded so we actually skip a step saving time. Oh, I'm retarded, in case you missed it. I love taking crazy pictures of myself but feel odd if someone else does it. I fucking hate when someone feeds off someone elses personality... find your own way of thinking, acting, dressing, etc... It's not you being you if you do that, it's you pathetically trying to be them.
I don't have road rage but here's a list of a few things that make me wanna kick you in the throat through your steering wheel.
They put turn signals on every single car for a fucking reason, use the bitches before you get a fucking bumper up your ass because someone didn't fucking realize that you were actually turning.
On ramps are usually equipped with acceleration lanes. Now if you're not familiar with the term 'acceleration' here's the definition for you: In physics or physical science, acceleration (symbol: a) is defined as the rate of change (or derivative with respect to time) of velocity. It is thus a vector quantity with dimension length/time². In SI units, acceleration is measured in metres/second² (m·s-²) using an accelerometer.AKA:SPEED UP! I shouldn't have to fear for my life because you, Mr/Mrs smartass, are forcing me to get on a 70 mph speed limited interstate at fucking 40 god forsaken miles per a fucking hour. And then ontop of that, slow down even more to try to maneuver to the FAST lane all the way across the fucking interstate. Which leads me to my next thing...
If you're in the far left lane and you just so happen to see in your rearveiw a vehicle coming up that lane at a much faster rate than you're moving, here's a fucking thought... MOVE THE FUCK OVER! I mean, why is it that fuckers think it's the *special* lane made just for them to travel either the exact speed limit or below it? I mean, is there a sign hovering over saying "Handicap lane" that I just can't fucking see?! You people force me to obey the law and THAT is unacceptable.
A moving road block. You my wonder what that is.. it's when two or more vehicles decide to go the same fucking speed in different lanes, preventing themselves from being able to get over, out of your way, while also preventing you from getting over and around... You make me want to clog your nasal passages with my thumbs while I then, kick you in the throat causing you to suffocate and struggle to remain conscious and a part of this world.
"I believe it ought to be a civic right-- no-- a duty-- when seeing someone turn left against a light, after their turn signal has ended and those going straight have the right of way-- to chase these people down, drag them out of their cars by the hair of the head, beat them to death, and leave their carcasses to rot by the side of the road."-Tommy
Also people, stop sitting at red lights and picking your nose and *then* proceeding to roll it between your figers to create the perfect flicking ball... it's fucking disgusting get a god damn tissue and blow bitches.
I don't like to hide things, I like trusting people, and I don't mind the trouble both those things get me into.