Naughty School. Balls.

Fucking hell.

Who gets caught speeding, seriously? Well me for one. Goddammit. I've got to go to naughty school (aka. Some-mother-fucking-speed-school-run-by-the-fuzz) because i need to re-learn how to drive (according to the leaflet).

I really don't know why i'm such a fast driver. But i am and i'm not proud of it. Well, i'm proud of beating stupid boy racers at traffic lights when they look at pretty little me in glasses and imagine that their car is faster than theirs. And i'm proud of knowing which lane is the right one and cutting idiots up that think they can cut in line at the last moment.

I'm thinking that maybe it's not me being a fast driver.. maybe it's me being an angry one. Like earlier, driving to work. Woman cuts into my lane in front of me where i'm minding my own business (and keeping to the speed limit suprisingly). You can tell she's an idiot because a) she's driving a gay ass hairdressers car, b)she's doing her make-up at each traffic light and c) she stops to let EVERY SINGLE CAR that was in her lane into my lane. Then, she speeds through a set of traffic lights with with stupid idiot car friends as it turns red leaving me seething.

I might raise some serious questions at this speed school. Like:

1) can i speed if i'm trying to overtake an old woman that is too senile to drive and is bringing the whole fucking city to a standstill?
2) can i speed off a traffic light if there's a teenage idiot and a car full of his mates next to me that need their egos curbing by beaing beaten by a girl?
3) What if i really need to pee? Can i speed then?

Something tells me i might not be the model student for once...