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syncope at 01:08pm on 22/04/2008
syncope at 01:08pm on 22/04/2008In a general way, I don't get very uptight about daily life stuff. For example, I don't get overheated about parking. If I have to walk the equivalent of a city block in a parking lot because Suzy Q Suburbia and her cohorts have all parked their Escalades and Mountaineers near the front of the Target, I will survive.
This being said, I've got a couple serious triggers that set me off. The first is well known: I fucking HATE people in the grocery store who can't use the self-scan. I flip out and text people from the line with texts like DEATH DEATH DEATH!!!! or SELF-SCAN MURDER SPREE. A corollary to this is hating people who write checks in the express aisle. Look, fuckers, it's the EXPRESS LINE. Take your 20th century throwback self to one of the regular lines if you haven't worked out using your debit card, because I'm going to lose my entire mind one day and bounce your head off of the conveyor belt, mkay?
My newest irrational, rage-inducing trigger is people who park across/leave things on the sidewalk. How much brain power does it take to pull you fucking Prius up over the sidewalk line? It's ALWAYS young people who do this, so I think I will get into a fist fight with someone my own age demo over this in the near future. The car thing is just jackassery and entitlement, so I don't have an issue with screaming at someone about it. The leaving stuff on the sidewalk is trickier. The items most left on the sidewalk are kid-related: bikes and sit-and-spins and junior hockey goals. This will take stealth to revenge myself against. I've contemplated kicking over the bikes and glaring at the parents. Yesterday I almost started a donnybrook over this group of young parents congregated on the sidewalk watching their kids be "cute" together. Hello? I know you're impressed with your own abilities to procreate as though you're the first in the history of humanity, but you DO NOT OWN the sidewalk, move your stupid asses onto the the GRASS right next to you.
(If you can't tell, I jog.)
( my new tattoo (and Gossip Girl discussion) under the cut )
I've had a series of very elaborate dreams about Tony Bourdain in France lately. In case you were curious, he's very amusing.
Who has new music? I'm on the prowl. What're you listening to?
This being said, I've got a couple serious triggers that set me off. The first is well known: I fucking HATE people in the grocery store who can't use the self-scan. I flip out and text people from the line with texts like DEATH DEATH DEATH!!!! or SELF-SCAN MURDER SPREE. A corollary to this is hating people who write checks in the express aisle. Look, fuckers, it's the EXPRESS LINE. Take your 20th century throwback self to one of the regular lines if you haven't worked out using your debit card, because I'm going to lose my entire mind one day and bounce your head off of the conveyor belt, mkay?
My newest irrational, rage-inducing trigger is people who park across/leave things on the sidewalk. How much brain power does it take to pull you fucking Prius up over the sidewalk line? It's ALWAYS young people who do this, so I think I will get into a fist fight with someone my own age demo over this in the near future. The car thing is just jackassery and entitlement, so I don't have an issue with screaming at someone about it. The leaving stuff on the sidewalk is trickier. The items most left on the sidewalk are kid-related: bikes and sit-and-spins and junior hockey goals. This will take stealth to revenge myself against. I've contemplated kicking over the bikes and glaring at the parents. Yesterday I almost started a donnybrook over this group of young parents congregated on the sidewalk watching their kids be "cute" together. Hello? I know you're impressed with your own abilities to procreate as though you're the first in the history of humanity, but you DO NOT OWN the sidewalk, move your stupid asses onto the the GRASS right next to you.
(If you can't tell, I jog.)
( my new tattoo (and Gossip Girl discussion) under the cut )
I've had a series of very elaborate dreams about Tony Bourdain in France lately. In case you were curious, he's very amusing.
Who has new music? I'm on the prowl. What're you listening to?
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