I'm going to stop posting today; all I can find to talk about is angry. It may be weird sublimated 9/11 angst, but I think it's just native SH-ish nastiness surfacing after a brief respite.

My mother was talking about a movement in her sorority to not allow anyone with a tattoo to join.

...that's so crazy. I mean, I'm so against some tattoos because I think they're heinously ugly. But that's because I am judge-y. But ANY tattoo??

Also, as one who has a wrist tat...just make sure you judge the size and placement so you can easily hide it under long sleeves and/or a bracelet/watch/whatever, and it's actually really easy.

And I think as a terribly judge-y person, I would have zero problem with a black person with dreads...and several raised eyebrows if I was interviewing a white person with them. And I think that is terrible of me, but.

White-person dreads almost never look good, which is my ultimate judging critereon for a person's appearance. Like with tattoos.

There's always Tino. We haven't blamed anything on him for a while.

Points vigorously a few posts back

Uh-oh. Cake Wrecks takes on 9/11 cakes: [link]

Now I want Patriotic Donut Holes(TM).

I'm going to stop posting today; all I can find to talk about is angry.

You did just quote Baby Dracula back at me ("Bleh!"), which didn't seem angry. But I totally understand you -- I have those days when I want to smite all I survey, when I feel like the love child of Dark!Willow and Sauron.

I'm getting a new tattoo next month. It's an atom, on the back of my neck. And I don't mind if msbelle judges me BECAUSE I LOVE HER VERY MUCH ANYWAY.

when I feel like the love child of Dark!Willow and Sauron.

In a cherry-printed apron and pearls.

What's not to love about that?

In a cherry-printed apron and pearls.

Ha! No, that's a good day. (For The Boy, at least...)

People in my office are dropping like flies to some flu/cold thing. Crazy. Boss just left, which leaves me and newer person as the only two who handle our stuff.

We were told not to redo the whole website.

"Bleh!" is exactly me today: sitting all crouched over in my desk chair, arms angrily crossed, glaring at my co-workers, muttering.

The police raided the Atlanta Eagle last night, blocked the parking lot, forced everyone to lie on the floor (of a GAY LEATHER BAR?! MRSA FOR EVERYONE!) and then required everyone to show their ID before being let out - and answer the questions, "Are you married?" and "Are you in the military?" Then handcuffed and removed all the staff and the go-go dancers.

That's Atlanta anger.

Seattle anger: a group of 3 young guys with guns have committed 6 assaults/armed robberies in the last 5 days, including 3 blocks from my home. Their targets are men with headphones - obviously, they're using iPods or iPhones.

My car is STILL not towed, because I keep trusting humans to help me. Obviously, I should stop that now.

(See? I'm a small angry thing made of anger, spite and bile.)

Done today. Bleh.