Traffic Report #1

Having moved back to LA, I now spend between 2 and 3 hours a day in traffic Monday through Friday. This gives me ample opportunity to listen to my un-updateable ipod (I give myself 2 weeks before I become despondant due to my stalled music library that I already have played to death during finals prep) and to look at cars and the things people to do them.

This has resulted in the advent of a new "feature" of this here blog o' mine: The Traffic Report.

Today's traffic report is about a decal I saw on the back window of a truck yesterday. This decal was an entire sentence. A sentence I slowed down enough to read to allow a hole in traffic to form in front of Louis, which was quickly filled with other cars which added MINUTES to my commute. The sentence:

"I hope my ex falls of her broomstick....and BREAKS HER NECK!!"

Who holds on to such rage after a breakup/divorce/what-have-you to put a very hard to remove decal on his car? That shit is there until that car is scrapped for metal. I put that in the unhealthy column of ways to deal with the end of a relationship. The only thing worse than being that person's ex and knowing he's advertising his hatred of you is being the girl he picks up for a first date.