Satisfied Mind
“Why do people insist on conversing with me when I’m obviously otherwise engaged? It’s one thing when I’m at work, where I’m paid, in part, to deal with monkeys, morons, and all forms of half-wits. It’s a completely different story when I’m sludging down the street in the rain, pants soaked, glasses fogged, music blaring, determined to get coffee at any cost. I stop, adjust the optics and pull down the headphones only to hear ‘Hey sister, can you spare a smoke?’ NO. And I’m not your fucking sister.”
“See…you’re so Seattle already.”
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Our office-stalker drama ended a few hours ago with a swift arrest and no complications to speak of. Shame. I was almost looking forward to having a viable (…right?…) excuse to bring some form of weaponry to work. It’s not often you can get away with walking down the hall, whip in one hand, taser in the other. And that’s a damn shame, too.
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I purchased my ticket home today. March 16-20. So to all my honkeys in Florida, please prepare yourselves and clear some time that weekend. There will be liquor and love for all…and then some.
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