i hate people who line up at the coffee station and wait for you to do the whole sugar and cream and lid thing and they are standing there with their black coffee all self-righteous like they are the most considerate person in the world because they have the patience to let you have the coffee station all to yourself, it makes me want to turn around and say something snarky except i haven’t thought of the perfect mean thing to say yet.
maybe if i threw all of the sugar packets into the garbage in front of them and poured the cream and homo milk and 2 per cent into that drain thing and put all the stir sticks in my pockets and crumpled up the lids one by one and turned around and said “shoulda got here sooner” then left, i think that might work.
the looks on their faces when they are waiting is what really sets me off, it’s sort of like the same look bitchy women have on their face when they are holding the door open for you at the mall, except a lot bitchier.
next time i’ll do my sugar/cream thing really fast then let them at the station but then act like i forgot to do something else and wait behind them and sigh as loud as i can and roll my eyes and exclaim loudly IF I WANTED A COLD COFFEE MAYBE I WOULD HAVE ORDERED ONE.
i could go on and on forever about this i mean, MORE THAN ONE PERSON CAN USE THE STATION AT ONCE!!! IS EVERYONE ON CRAZY PILLS HERE!?!?!?
‘Do you know what I mean?’, the mean skanks scream As they stream, slam, sweat and steam through the dark Bumping and whistling strange notes seraphine That bounce past to the black greens of the park If true melody holds forth from this crackling pit And new sounds reach the trees undisturbed We can rummage in there for an iced wit Fighting hard for her minions perturbed ‘I’m Raymi the minx, you jibbering fools, I’ll cry, I’ll butt, I’ll share and I’ll dare Freeze and shatter your book and your rules With real gold in my hand – your greased chunks of hair. As lights tire and the street shivers and snores Nighty night’s are eschewed,’God bless you, you whores’
i don’t think i am even going to shower today, i might change my mind. i haven’t looked in the mirror in at least three hours so my memory of what i actually look like right now is non-existant, i’ve decided that i look hot in a dirty lazy scab kind of way and my hotness is increasing by the minute. i want to look sexy tonite so i won’t feel invisible at the strip bar but i don’t think i own anything sexy nor have i in a very long time and right now all i know about sexy is high heels and extra eye-liner.
the fuckhead down the hall is the most annoying piece of shit ever, he has people coming by constantly and one guy is always going through the recycling bin in the alley. i’m wired/tired enough to scream something scarey at all of them. i miss those french people who sound like a romantic sitcom every time they walk in and out of the building.
oh i just realised that this is a different guy down the hall having people by non-stop. so glad we’re moving.
this is really unggggh i shouldn’t have bothered getting up so early now i just want to eat a lot of food. too bad i’m not addicted to soap operas. maybe i’ll work on that. douche bag says what?
tonite we are going to the rippers because we’re gettin’ the f outta dodge next week so it’s the last suburban weekend of debauchery, hopefully i will not turn into a jealous lunatic at the tittysnatch bar. lately as i am adjusting to the crazy pill increase i am a monster and get really sensitive and angry over nothing, and i can’t let things go and then after a few drinks i am like, i dunno, satan.
