Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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I ain't too proud to bug.

Thursday, March 29, 2007


There is a special place in Hell for the drivers who pause to look at an accident that happened on the other side of a bisected highway.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Where are my hot motorcycle men to assist me in my driving endeavors?

I hate motorcades. Hate them. Why do you get to stop traffic for miles around with your hot little motorcycle cops that won’t even ride shirtless for the delight of the female traffic prisoners? Why do I have to stop for a damn motorcade every time I drive into the city? Does the President see me coming and freak out, forcing the world to come to a complete stop? Would anyone really care if he was in the passenger seat of his pal’s Ford Super Duty 250 Lariat pickem up truck? I think we would react as we Washingtonians do to most celebrities. “Oh look, it is the President. GO! The light is green!” Then cut him off while flipping the bird.
When I was a kid, we went on a field trip to the Smithsonian. We were all packed into the yellow bus (a long, one, thank you) and were on our way to stand in line for four hours to see the Hope Diamond, which by the way, wow*. We had to pull the bus over for the Presidential motorcade. But Reagan at least rolled his window down and waved to us kiddies.

On a different note, but still about traffic, I drove to DC last night and found myself, along with half the driving population in the “Bus Only” lane. There were busses trying to get through. No wonder our bus system is so sucky. Someone should have given every one of a ticket for being in that lane. The only non-city bus that should be allowed to drive in that lane is Jerome Bettis. (HA!)

*Say this in a heavily underwhelmed tone.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

New Blog

I created a new blog in addition to this one. I figured that I should make my addiction work for me.