Must Be A Full Moon
Damn...what the fuck is goin' on tonight? People are bein' fuckin' psychos all of a sudden. I really hadn't intended to update tonight because I've got a ton of stuff I should be studying for. But after a night like tonight...I have to unwind.
I guess I should start with work. Apparently a lot of Muncie's residents have missed the memo that the year is 2005 and we do actually allow women to work outside the home now. We no longer force them to remain barefoot and pregnant bakin' pies in the kitchen with a woodstove. And God forbid we allow them to work with car parts...they don't have any balls swingin' between those feminine legs so clearly they aren't able to operate the computer well enough to find parts for greasy slack-jawed yokels. I actually got a call tonight from some dipshit who wanted me to check on a part for him...so I go retrieve the part, return to the phone, ask "Ok, now what did you need to know?" He ACTUALLY ASKED ME: "Do you have it out of the box?" Naturally I responded: "No I thought I'd just look at it through the box like Superman." What the fuck else was I supposed to do? My x-ray vision was apparently failing me this evening.
Kevin also called me this evening. What the fuck? I don't even have the energy to describe that whole situation...I'm not sure how someone can still be so in love with me after so long and after so much bullshit. It just isn't natural...I thought I'd have the energy to vent a little more on that whole issue...but not so much.
"Damn it feels good to be a gangsta." "If I was a gangsta...I'd have a tattoo and a gold tooth...and they'd call me K-money." Nate---I needed that...thanks.
I guess I should start with work. Apparently a lot of Muncie's residents have missed the memo that the year is 2005 and we do actually allow women to work outside the home now. We no longer force them to remain barefoot and pregnant bakin' pies in the kitchen with a woodstove. And God forbid we allow them to work with car parts...they don't have any balls swingin' between those feminine legs so clearly they aren't able to operate the computer well enough to find parts for greasy slack-jawed yokels. I actually got a call tonight from some dipshit who wanted me to check on a part for him...so I go retrieve the part, return to the phone, ask "Ok, now what did you need to know?" He ACTUALLY ASKED ME: "Do you have it out of the box?" Naturally I responded: "No I thought I'd just look at it through the box like Superman." What the fuck else was I supposed to do? My x-ray vision was apparently failing me this evening.
Kevin also called me this evening. What the fuck? I don't even have the energy to describe that whole situation...I'm not sure how someone can still be so in love with me after so long and after so much bullshit. It just isn't natural...I thought I'd have the energy to vent a little more on that whole issue...but not so much.
"Damn it feels good to be a gangsta." "If I was a gangsta...I'd have a tattoo and a gold tooth...and they'd call me K-money." Nate---I needed that...thanks.
posted by Kate @ 22:31
1 Comments:
At 15/9/05 01:20,
King OSirLucas said…
Full moon! Blame it on whatever ya want! hahaha pyschos are there regardless of the weather.
As for that guy who is so in love with you after so much bullshit... *sigh* I can relate because I am the guy who is still in love with his ex after so much bullshit. Who can figure why? I can not as it is, I have considered myself to be plain nuts. Nothing else explains my feelings for that woman.
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