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Dear diary,

I refuse to sit through traffic and/or sit behind a slow driver. I will honk my horn. I will drive around you, cut you off, flip you off, and yell obscenities out the window. My friends say that I have serious road-rage issues. They're wrong. It's called, reckless driving but getting to point A in less than 30 seconds.