my unoriginal complaint of the day: the quality of the education we as a nation give today's primary and secondary students is of absurdly poor quality. To borrow a phrase, "mediocre at best." And I believe that's still giving it more credit than it deserves. Time allowing, I will expound later.

*props* to: the guy who managed to deftly cut in front of me in traffic today without endangering anyone or making me angry. Doesn't happen often.

my unoriginal complaint of the day: When people who don't hate feet wave theirs around for everyone to see, it really bothers people (like me) who do hate feet.

It's really unfortunate that people had to fly planes into the World Trade Center and Pentagon (and a field in Pennsylvania) a year ago today, but don't call the people who died in the WTC heroes unless they DID something. Don't hate Arab Muslims just because of what a small group of men decided to do. And whatever you do, don't try to tell me there's no one to blame, because we all know that's just not true. Americans can be ethnocentric bastards, but does that mean it's okay to kill a thousand people who happen to work in a tall building? NO.

my unoriginal complaint of the day: If you can't read or understand simple road signs (e.g., "no turn on red," "30 m.p.h.," "pedestrians only") and you're endangering my safety and/or emotional balance, I should be allowed to (under no fear of retaliation) force your car off the road and berate you. I should then be justified in procuring your driver's license by whatever means necessary and destroying it as quickly as possible. If, after all this, you think you would like to explain why you thought you could drive with your head lodged somewhere inside your large intestine, I'll listen for 5 seconds before either apologizing or setting your vehicle on fire.

Taken from negroplease.com :: better left unsaid: not just any ol' joe blow...

"Why are all the rappers so angry?" "Why does Venus Williams wear her hair like that?" "Why can't all you black folks be happy like that guy in the joe boxer commercial?"

Because, mother fuckers. Because.

*props* to: Chrissy and John Koch (my boyfriend's sister and her husband), for taking me and Joe to Boldt Castle up in the Thousand Islands. It's wicked beautiful up there, and if it hadn't been for the hundreds of other people milling about, I might have fallen in love with the place.