Tuesday, September 13, 2005 PS I AM STILL MEAN AND ANGRY BUT I DON"T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY SO HERE ARE SOME ANECDOTES
Last night, after I got home from roller derby practice, I went to pour myself a glass of soda, and after I poured the most precise and beautiful beverage possible, the two-liter bottled slipped out of my hands and bounced on the floor. It soaked the kitchen. I mopped and mopped with the broken sponge mop from Save a Lot, but the floor is sttill sticky today. I think we should burn it and get a new floor, because I can't figure out what else to do. I'm sure as hell not mopping twice. Them ants'll die, come winter.
Ever wonder why I'm not dead? I certainly do. Laura Ingalls Wilder would've mopped that floor with lye and hog fat, when she was half dead with malaria or while she was giving birth to a child under the influence of ether. I can't work a sponge.
Today at work a man made some casual comment about the bus, and I told him what I thought about the bus, and he made some further comment, and I just kept talking and talking. I think that man learned a lesson today: don't speak to those in the sevrice industry, lest you be spoken to. He was all grown up, and it was time he learned. posted by Frenz | 9/13/2005 11:15:00 PM
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