As usual, it's stupid drivers that have pushed me back onto my blog.

I just made the trek from Kingston back home - about a 4 hour drive. Some notes to other drivers:

1. If I check my rearview mirror and it looks like you're in my backseat, you're following too closely! Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I understand now - you can't tell you're tailgating because you're talking on your cell phone. Well, that's fine, then. I mean, it's not illegal or anything. Well, actually, it is, at least in this province. But I'm sure whatever you were doing was reeeaaaallllly important.

2. There was some kind of weird electromagnetic interference on the highway - so strange! Nobody's turn signals worked! The government should really look into this dangerous situation.

3. I hate my GPS. It was worse than useless today. Aside from telling me where I was twenty minutes ago and taking ages to suggest new route, it also prompted me to shout out such delightful invectives as, "You are so full of shit!" and "U-turn?! I'm on a slip road!"

4. Three words: MERGE AT SPEED!

I hear the ticking of the clock.

YUSUF ISLAM:
I always feel a little bit bad listening to Cat Steven's music. I mean, he did ask for its distribution to cease. But it's kind of his fault, isn't it? Since his music is just so good?

DEAR IDIOTS:
You know what the speed limit is on King-Vaughan line? Here's a hint: It's NOT sixty, which is what the majority of you insist on doing. It's eighty. I don't care if you have trailer. It's 5:30 am--I should not have to be dealing with bad drivers at this ungodly hour. If I wanted to do sixty, I'd be on Kirby.
Oh, and also? If you're turning right off of Keele, YOU HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY. Know why? Because I have a stop sign and you don't. So STOP slowing down to 2 klicks and waiting for me to go, because one of these days, I am going to rip ahead of you and you're probably not going to like that. LET'S GET IT GOING, BITCHES!