Saturday, November 19, 2005 The city that bleeds (I am the first one who has ever thought of this joke)
Maybe I should post by banging my fists into the keyboard, and maybe I should pretend it was the cat. So tired. So hungry. But WHERE TO EAT? People die by taking too long to answer this question. Others cook in their homes. Dreary.
More all-stars and enemies came into work today. No real enemies, today, actually. The other day there was that adorable little child that I hate, but I can only get so mad at a seven-year-old, even if it does persist in skipping up to me and sing-songing "Aren't you ready yet?" after its parent has brought it late to its appointment and then herded it to the bathroom first, causing untold damage to the well-oiled machine of my workday. Then a few days before I gave my notice there was the guy who always fights with me about his appointment times. He'll arrive early or late, sometimes by days, and huff and roll his eyes if he can't be seen right away. My petty grudges from my petty job! I have a hunnert.
Later on there's this party that I said I'd go to, and I'm not really in the mood for it, you know? The theme of the party is people being hung voluntarily from meathooks and stuff. I hear around the way that a sub-theme of the party is "You originally thought this was the most terrible idea for a party ever, but you were wrong, because people hanging each other from improperly sterilized meathooks is actually the worst idea ever." One of Tracy's friends was llike "Autoclave?" and they were like, "What are we, nerds?" There wil be free beer. That's great. I don't drink enough beer. My pants, when I deign to wear them, still fit and everything.
Elsewhere in town, there's cranberry sauce wrestling. I hope they are not using whole-berry, because if you say you like whole-berry better than can-shaped, you are lying and putting on airs. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 11/19/2005 07:06:00 PM
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