I wasn't riled up at all today until I wrote this.

Last night I was in Downtown San Mateo. On my way to Peet's. It is a relatively nice evening, therefore people are out and about, making parking a bit of a debacle. But here is the thing. I was expecting parking to be difficult. It was not stressing me out in the slightest. I was content to know that I would be enjoying delightful coffee with two of my best friends in mere minutes. A state of mind that if you know me, you know that it can be hard to come by.

I circled one block, nearly turned into a line of "Motorcycle Only" parking stalls, quickly swore, and continued on my way around the block. This would happen two times. Two separate corners, 4 Motorcycle stalls on each, all 8 spaces empty. Mental note made that if my stress level ever grows to get a scooter and stop bitching.

I digress.

There it was. Ahead, about 10 cars. An open stall to my right and no cars in line in front of me. I go to swoop in, only to find a motorcycle parked, all alone, in a spot made for a mid sized vehicle. NEVER MIND the abundance of motorcycle parking scattered all over the neighborhood. This self absorbed douche bag decided that his retarded rice-crotch rocket was far too important to park in its own correctly sized stall. I hope the fucker was sideswiped by a garbage truck on his way to get NOR CAL tattooed with a nautical star on his back.

My new endeavor will be to park in motorcycle stalls in situations like this. Or park right behind a bro on the new Yamaha widow maker who feels like his lime green bike is too important to park with the other shit heads.

Die Hard Preview: Has Potential

Douchebag cronie: You just took out a helicopter with a car!
Bruce Willis: I was all out of bullets.

Last night I saw a preview for the new Die Hard movie. I havn't seen any of the others. But this line alone made the movie appealing. Aside from all of the God Fearing, America Loving, 9/11 never forgetting bullshit, this sure seems like it could be entertaining.

Misanthropic Permission: Granted

My tea this morning came bearing a message.

"The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook." - William James 1842-1910

I choose to overlook humanity and all of its terrible features and associations. If it truly is wise to overlook what makes you miserable then my new path to sanity will be through the systematic aversion to the general human population. I hope that Good Earth Tea knows that they are furthering my hatred for humanity, rather than loving the environment and helping the downtrodden.

FTW.

*New Idea Alert*

Did your mom make you write thank you notes after your birthdays and Christmas? Mine did. It sure instilled me with great morals and ideals and a healthy sense of guilt when I stopped doing it as regularly as I should.

In recent years I have become more and more cynical, bitter and all around shitty. But I still feel like Thank You notes are important. So here is what I propose. Thank you notes to people who didn't kill you for being an asshole to them. You cut someone off on your bike? If they didn't run you off, send them a thank you note. Stare for 3 seconds too long at the 300lb, 6'3 African American gentlemen at the liquor store? A sincere card would be appreciated. It seems like this could help appease the guilt I have for not sending my family thank you notes and would maintain my ability to live life with a reckless lack of self regard, leaving me free to judge and piss off- it will all be ok with a simple 41 cent stamp and a $1.99 thank you note.