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2002-03-25 - 11:13 p.m.

Today is a day of weirdness.

To start off with I stopped to get some breakfast this morning, and stood in line behind a fellah with a Tracheotomy and a speaking valve. Now that in its self is not that odd, watching him drink his coffee and smoke a cigarette was though. Perhaps it wasn�t cancer that took his larynx maybe he got kicked in the throat by a mule or something. My next run in with weirdness was the full registration list that I had for my class today and the complete no show that resulted. That�s right. Not a single soul came out for my class. If I even thought it true for a sec, I would worry that I was a bad teacher. Then at 10:30am 5 children and their mother walked into the library. Um its Tuesday�don�t these children go to school? If not they better cause they kept asking me how to spell things like Dragon Ball Z. By my estimate they were in 5th grade. It is a shame that folk don�t take school seriously. And to be honest I point the finger at the parents. But that is different story for a different time. (Perhaps yall can get educatlin or her ninja  hubby to provide their point of view as well). And lastly there was the VERY skinny lady who was as fat conscious as I have ever seen in a person. And she was bordering on militant vegetarian to boot. She ordered a salad with the fat free dressing (very picky about that) no cheese, cause of the agony that cows are put through to get it (I swear that she said that!) Funny thing was her dressing of choice was fat free ranch. She also gave her lunch companions endless shit for their choice of lunch items (all had meat of some sort associated with it). She even glared at my turkey club and me. Of course I smiled to myself thinking that if I had gotten to order after I heard this woman carry on like that, I would have asked for a Very young turkey brutally slain in the prime of its life, with extra cheese made only from the most tortured of cows forced to produce milk at the expense of their offspring who had just been placed in a tiny crate so as to prepare it for my meal of veal tomorrow. Fuckin A�Listen I don�t give folk shit for their fruits and veggies which are predominantly harvested by migrant workers who get paid JACK SHIT, treated like animals, and are treated like second class citizens. You don�t give me shit for eating critters. BAH! Now I have gone and made myself so irritated that I cant even finish this thought. OH GOD DAMN IT!!!! Now I have to go Kick this NASTY dude out of my lab for loudly looking at porn�

I want an electric prod. That way when dumbasses start giving me shit (for things that even they know they have done wrong) I just start poking them till they leave.

As if I wasn�t irritated enough before. I had better stop now before I say something that REALLY offends folks.

Btw for those who are following it�the tattoo has been filled, and it looks GREAT!

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