Wanna go home. Tired. Overwhelmed. Can't vent fully right now, am in office. Another round on the clusterfuck rollercoaster and no, it's got nothing to do with the FM. It's the org, all the way.
'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
sending coping~ma your way, {{{smonster}}}
Pardon me, but this is reminding me of a part in the Wire where cornerboys are having a similar conversation about one of them having a new idea for McDonald's. His friend says "Do you really think Ronald McDonald is gonna sit his clowny ass down and write you a check?"
Inventor dude says "Sure...why not?"
The other guy says "He's gonna lock you away some where and say "Bitch, start making those McNuggets..."
Why did I bring that up? Cause as a writer, I love the chance to type "clowny ass," I suppose.
I'm pro-supermarket. I prefer my grocery shopping to not involve a scavenger hunt. Not to mention:
Mass production saves lives. Quite aside from my plans to mutter "in your FACE, Malthus!" next time I visit the local Coles, it's the reason why our recent floods are going to cause price hikes on bananas instead of widespread starvation in Queensland.
It's also the reason I get to do a job I like instead of being tied to subsistence farming.
There are plenty of severe problems associated with the enterprise. Still better than the alternative.
I have never worried about people judging my shopping cart contents. I never think of looking into someone else's cart, either, unless I am helping them get their stuff onto the conveyor belt.
People can be such Gladys Kravitzes!!
Actually, I think I've told this story before here, but someone did once comment on my purchases. I was in Studio City and was buying Grey Goose, condoms, one avocado, and some motor oil.
"You've got an interesting night ahead of you" was pretty quietly uttered behind me. By Teri Garr.
That's hilarious, java.
Love that, Java.
That is awesome, java!!!
I judge other people's grocery carts but not out loud! And I don't care if anyone judges mine.
Teri Garr can judge my purchases, anytime.