traffic=death

did people forget that i live in portland? not la, not new york, not las vegas strip....portland...it shouldn't take me an hour and fifteen minutes to get to work from clackamas on the back road...freeway in morning traffic, ok yeah i get it...everyone is going downtown so sometimes it's crap (well mostly its crap) so i always come a back way...224 to 99 and drops me right onto mlk in front of my work...normally 25 minutes...today one hour and fifteen minutes...

road rage is an understatement...i was ready to slit tires, shoot faces, and crash into people by slamming my foot onto the gas as hard as i could because that always seems like it would be a relief when that anxiety starts to build and yelling fucking bitch whores a million times won't even cut it...that was the anger of death in me this morning...

needless to say it was one of those mornings...the kind that start annoying and then everything else just keeps getting thrown at you and you're like what the hell! seriously!? (most of the time things aren't that bad they tend to seem 10x worse than they really are) but in the moment they are bad so whatever...i need to have a time out...anger management or something...