It's the little things in life

That can really satisfy you even when nothing else is where you think it should be. Take for instance yesterdy morning, when I finally dislodged the plaque that was stuck between my two middle bottom teeth. I had tried to get rid of it by flossing before, and it just hadn't work. But yesterday morning on the first flossing attempt, it came on out! I felt a sense of accomplishment for most of the morning. Now I may be somewhat of a loser, as evidenced by my ego boost from mere plague removal. But I really think one should celebrate the little victories in life as much as possible. It's about savoring all of life's moments and taking the good from the drudgery of existence.

Having said that, I hate pompous assholes. Sometimes you can't properly take em down or maybe punch them in their piggy little eyes when you want to. But there are moments when the playing field is level and you can do whatever the hell you want. Say, when you're driving on the interstate and some worthless excuse for a human being drives his or her SUV as close to your bumper as possible while doing 90 miles per hour. That's when you can cuss and use all the hand gestures you've learned over the years, and think to yourself, that's probably some poor soul's boss. I just held my middle finger up for a full minute and violently screamed profanitely directly into the face of some fuckface boss that treats everyone like shit.

I have a real problem with road rage. As well as pompous assholes.