29 June, 2005
...a placeholder

(actually, this entry ws submitted just after midnight, early this morning. where the hell did it go, Andrew? has Diaryland been bought out under the new Eminent Domain rules? am i the only one with this problem?)

it's pathetic how little pain-in-the-ass social interactions can succeed in pissing me off!
alright... it's not that big a deal, but i thoroughly dislike dismissive gestures from yuppie scum. like walking into the upscale grocery for some quick carry out: straddled across the entrance with an empty cart was this khaki-assed, sun-glassed, big-haired broad (and, i NEVER use this word... but i know it would piss her off to know i'd use it) chatting on a cellphone. and it wouldn't move. for minutes. trying to be polite, i bided my time until she acknowledged the presence of someone else on this earth but her, who might actually want to enter this place of business for... i don't know... purchases?
eventually, she looked around, huffed, and gave me this flick-of-the-wrist flap of the hand that bade "begone", while she was bragging about moving into "the new house".
goddamn, i wish i could've farted on demand.
a really foul one.

but, that's enough about today.

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