Seriously, what's going on? Why does all this motherglahdfoiafjoknd crap keep happening to me? And why can't I just suck it up and get over it?

WHY AM I BROODING?

TELL ME WHY!!!

As of right now: I quit driving. Forever. I'm tired of almost-dying on a daily basis.

Okay, I don't mean it. Even if it means I'm probably going to die sometime in the next week or so.

What can I say? I'm a hazard to myself and society.

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I appear to have miscommunicated. It is pretty much life in all it's generalness that I'm fed up with, not just driving.

Driving just happened to be the most immediate thing to have pissed me off / almost killed me.

Then I saw the spider. [see below.]

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I killed a brown recluse that was dangling from my cieling [near the wall].

I think he [or she] was trying to get behind my dresser to set up fort.

*twitch*