I just recently started driving. Yes, OMG I get to drive. Well it sounds all fun, but it really is quite lame. First off it is tiresome. That is right! I am even too lazy to drive. There are so many sudden stops that my leg muscle must be that equivalent to…. someone with big leg muscles I guess. There is no time to relax because your eyes must constantly scan the road for some little punk’s tricycle to fling into oncoming traffic. I hate kids and their basketballs. Maybe if they could handle the ball a little better, I could breathe everyonce in a while on the road. I always think someone is going to pull out in front of me and I run into them. Some guys have small weiners, and must prove themselves by swerving their big trucks right in front of me. Others don’t know how to use their fucking turn signals. I will be adjusting my Ipod, and all of a sudden a sharp turn is made into some driveway. I also hate people with brights on. I can not see because every mirror has a glare that blinds me. Sometimes I wish I had a ninja sword so I could slam on the brakes and slice their car in bits. I hate gas too! I drive to the mailbox down the street and my tank is half empty. Driving may have solved the means of transportation, but it threw in several other annoying problems. I hate driving and I hate you, old woman who can barely see over the huge cadillac dashboard.