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blustockingAh, what the hell...I'm feelin' like poo, I'll update.
I just got home maybe 20 minutes ago. Grand, I tell ya.
If I miss the 11:04pm bus, then by taking the next bus, I miss my second bus. Ya dig? I got off said first bus only to look across the street at my 2nd bus pulling away. By now, the buses only run an hour apart. I had the strong urge to just bust out in tears, that sense of defeat. But no, I shake my fist at this city and crossed the street. A short girl with a stupid heavy bag marching, looking very pissed off. I decided to hoof it up to Hollywood and Highland from Santa Monica and Highland. What the hell, eh? I hate waiting when I'm pissed off or when my brain is in overdrive, so I walk. Get some exercise to boot. Problem is, I haven't really eaten a whole lot in the past few days. Don't know why. I've been trying, but I don't feel like it(don't get your hopes up, this isn't really heading for any kind of dramatic climax. I just need to type). Anyway, so I start walking and some fucking doof is walking about five feet ahead of me. "Great." I mutter. Just what I need, some asshole walking the same direction I am, late at night, and he's moving at a slightly slower pace than I am, so we're nearly walking next to each other. He asks me when the next bus we just missed is coming and says he's just going to go up to Hollywood and Highland and wait. I'm polite, he's polite. But walking next to a stranger that late at night, just awkward and it pisses me off. I try and slow down and stay a little behind him, but the FUCKER IS DOING THE MAN-SWAGGER. I hate that. Why do guys DO THAT? Do you think it's attractive? Is it some kind of retarded mating ritual? What chick goes, "OMIGOD, CINDY...Look at the way his pelvis seems to be disjointed from the rest of his body. I bet he has a giant cock, works with homeless children, and has lots of money." Nope. Doesn't happen. You just look stupid. So fucking quit it. No one is impressed.
Anyway, I can't stand walking that slow, so I sped up and passed him. Christ, by the time I got to my destination, I felt sick. No food, lots of caffeine, two heavy fucking bags, and I push it. I don't know why I pushed it, tried to get there so fast. Damn bus wasn't coming for another 45 minutes. I do that all the time, little shit to punish myself. For what, I don't know...various reasons. That, and I can't stand to stand still sometimes. Too much on my mind. Sometimes, when I'm angry and I'm walking, I chant. Most often, it's "Shit. Bitch. Fuck. Whore."...or is it "Shit. Bitch. Cunt. Whore."? Whatever, it's the rhythm that's important. Ask Mr. Stupid Swagger-Walk over there. *rolls eyes* I don't know exactly what that meant, but it sounded good. No, it's definitely "Shit. Bitch. Fuck. Whore."
Analyze that.
As I was walking, about 3 VERY LOUD fire trucks roared past headed in the direction I was heading. With sick pleasure, I was hoping the bus I just missed blew up. Then I felt bad, because all those people would have been blown up too. So I amended my wish to include the people escaping just in time. Still, that bus should have been a firey inferno when I got there. Alas, it was not.
I wish I could get more fucking pop-up ads. That would be sweet. Thank you baby Jesus. What do you want for your birthday?
Can I kick one of you? Please? I can kick pretty fucking high you know. I just wanna kick someone, something. C'mon...someday, you'll pay for this shit and here I am offering it to you for free. Ingrates. Jesus would let me kick him, I'm sure of it. Then I'd put him in a head lock and give him a big noogie. The big galoot. Wacky savior.
I have no fucking clue.
So I was thinking...about the entry just before last where a bunch of us were talking about disorders and such. See, that's dangerous. I'm serious. It's like astrology. It can actually be helpful and very interesting if you use it right, but too many people start to treat people differently because of it. I'm not accusing anyone of doing that. I'm just saying. I don't do that and be careful. Self-diagnosis is one thing, but to diagnose someone else with your armchair psychology means you'll start treating them as if they do have what you think they have, just because you read it in some book. I really try not to pre-judge. Heh, most of the time, I have to be be slapped in the face, repeatedly, with it for me to accept something. Again, I'm not saying anyone is doing this, I'm just talking. I don't know. People just don't have any common sense anymore. Lost the ability to make their own decisions. I'm sure I've been guilty of it. But hey, at least I try. Most of you cats are cool, intelligent people though. I'm talking about Joe Average. This nailpolish is awesome. It STILL hasn't really chipped. Anyway...what was I talking about? Eh...fuck it. I'm just lonely.
A sad, lonely little reject.
Don't cry for me, Argentina.
Belize, you better be fucking sobbing your little heart out though.
And Papua New Guinea, where's my fuckin' money?
This is the part where I should probably sleep.
I just got home maybe 20 minutes ago. Grand, I tell ya.
If I miss the 11:04pm bus, then by taking the next bus, I miss my second bus. Ya dig? I got off said first bus only to look across the street at my 2nd bus pulling away. By now, the buses only run an hour apart. I had the strong urge to just bust out in tears, that sense of defeat. But no, I shake my fist at this city and crossed the street. A short girl with a stupid heavy bag marching, looking very pissed off. I decided to hoof it up to Hollywood and Highland from Santa Monica and Highland. What the hell, eh? I hate waiting when I'm pissed off or when my brain is in overdrive, so I walk. Get some exercise to boot. Problem is, I haven't really eaten a whole lot in the past few days. Don't know why. I've been trying, but I don't feel like it(don't get your hopes up, this isn't really heading for any kind of dramatic climax. I just need to type). Anyway, so I start walking and some fucking doof is walking about five feet ahead of me. "Great." I mutter. Just what I need, some asshole walking the same direction I am, late at night, and he's moving at a slightly slower pace than I am, so we're nearly walking next to each other. He asks me when the next bus we just missed is coming and says he's just going to go up to Hollywood and Highland and wait. I'm polite, he's polite. But walking next to a stranger that late at night, just awkward and it pisses me off. I try and slow down and stay a little behind him, but the FUCKER IS DOING THE MAN-SWAGGER. I hate that. Why do guys DO THAT? Do you think it's attractive? Is it some kind of retarded mating ritual? What chick goes, "OMIGOD, CINDY...Look at the way his pelvis seems to be disjointed from the rest of his body. I bet he has a giant cock, works with homeless children, and has lots of money." Nope. Doesn't happen. You just look stupid. So fucking quit it. No one is impressed.
Anyway, I can't stand walking that slow, so I sped up and passed him. Christ, by the time I got to my destination, I felt sick. No food, lots of caffeine, two heavy fucking bags, and I push it. I don't know why I pushed it, tried to get there so fast. Damn bus wasn't coming for another 45 minutes. I do that all the time, little shit to punish myself. For what, I don't know...various reasons. That, and I can't stand to stand still sometimes. Too much on my mind. Sometimes, when I'm angry and I'm walking, I chant. Most often, it's "Shit. Bitch. Fuck. Whore."...or is it "Shit. Bitch. Cunt. Whore."? Whatever, it's the rhythm that's important. Ask Mr. Stupid Swagger-Walk over there. *rolls eyes* I don't know exactly what that meant, but it sounded good. No, it's definitely "Shit. Bitch. Fuck. Whore."
Analyze that.
As I was walking, about 3 VERY LOUD fire trucks roared past headed in the direction I was heading. With sick pleasure, I was hoping the bus I just missed blew up. Then I felt bad, because all those people would have been blown up too. So I amended my wish to include the people escaping just in time. Still, that bus should have been a firey inferno when I got there. Alas, it was not.
I wish I could get more fucking pop-up ads. That would be sweet. Thank you baby Jesus. What do you want for your birthday?
Can I kick one of you? Please? I can kick pretty fucking high you know. I just wanna kick someone, something. C'mon...someday, you'll pay for this shit and here I am offering it to you for free. Ingrates. Jesus would let me kick him, I'm sure of it. Then I'd put him in a head lock and give him a big noogie. The big galoot. Wacky savior.
I have no fucking clue.
So I was thinking...about the entry just before last where a bunch of us were talking about disorders and such. See, that's dangerous. I'm serious. It's like astrology. It can actually be helpful and very interesting if you use it right, but too many people start to treat people differently because of it. I'm not accusing anyone of doing that. I'm just saying. I don't do that and be careful. Self-diagnosis is one thing, but to diagnose someone else with your armchair psychology means you'll start treating them as if they do have what you think they have, just because you read it in some book. I really try not to pre-judge. Heh, most of the time, I have to be be slapped in the face, repeatedly, with it for me to accept something. Again, I'm not saying anyone is doing this, I'm just talking. I don't know. People just don't have any common sense anymore. Lost the ability to make their own decisions. I'm sure I've been guilty of it. But hey, at least I try. Most of you cats are cool, intelligent people though. I'm talking about Joe Average. This nailpolish is awesome. It STILL hasn't really chipped. Anyway...what was I talking about? Eh...fuck it. I'm just lonely.
A sad, lonely little reject.
Don't cry for me, Argentina.
Belize, you better be fucking sobbing your little heart out though.
And Papua New Guinea, where's my fuckin' money?
This is the part where I should probably sleep.
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YOU'RE ALL GONNA FALL IN THE OCEAN ANYWAY!
Date: 2002-11-22 12:55 pm (UTC)Re: *GASP*
In a way, it will almost be merciful to let the rest of us die.