day of blah. Nothing working right. 14 hours long. Then, as a nice capper to it. As I was walking from the theater to my car, some asshole pulls into the loading dock playing bad hippity-hop music. Then says "what you lookin at cripple" in his very best bad-ass white rapper voice. Yeah, I'm not too high on being called cripple. Ugg.

No hairpats or anything needed. Just needed to vent in a safe area.

Good morning, Buffistas. I am feeling better.

Suffice it to say I love men who get it

THAT. And there's a speical Shir goldstar for those who don't mix up feminism with silly and unimportant courtesy. I'm looking at you, old men who are at a rush to get the door open for me. It is adorable sometimes, mostly those of you that will later get my seat at the bus because I'm afraid you might fall and hurt yourself during the ride, but until you won't realize why implying that girls above the age of 17 should have a boyfriend, and why catcalling is wrong, and why not all women just "need a husband and few children", it's just offering a band aid for a wound you caused in the first place.

Vortex, I'm sorry to hear about the guy. I think I get what you feel like, and support what David wrote. Also, I think it was great that he told the truth when you asked him. Not many would.

Edit: not a hairpat for omnis, but in addition to the asshole I wanted to be shipped to Israel to have a good kick at after hurting a friend, I'd like the asshole "rapper" that made another friend feel bad to go through the same process.

I won't hairpat, but I will cockpunch. Will that do?

Y'all rock.

cockpunching is much deserved. too bad you don't have a rocket launcher built into one of those crutches. that'd show him.

(*disclaimer: i am not endorsing actually shooting a rocket at anyone, i just find the image highly entertaining. Much like Buffy pursuing Spike with one outside the principal's window, i forget which episode.)

on second thought, if Pix is still awake she clearly needs someone to cockpunch, that jerk will have to do.

erin, you get a gold medal for efficient cockpunch energy channeling. Healthy and environmental!

Although, given the asshats car, choice of music, and volume of crappy music, I'm guessing he's got a tiny cock. So you might have to punch a bunch of times.

I'm have no problem with that.

I would like to help with the cockpunching in some kind of tactical capacity.

My mother is descending today. She's lovely, but can affect the old energy levels a bit. I particularly don't want her to grill me on the condition of my future father-in-law. (She likes to wallow. I have some trouble relating to this. I like to use either the mainlining of sci-fi series or overwork in order forget about life.)