No, I'm Not a Nice Person 2002-08-19 17:16:47 ET |
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So I have determined today who will die first if I ever go criminally insane. There is this woman I see on 23rd and around the neighborhood spare changing regularly. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with this. But, she has children with her, a baby strapped to her chest, a toddler in a stroller, and a 4 or 5 year old following along. FUCK! It makes me sick to see her obese ass and her spawn. What's even worse is that I sometimes see her husband(?) tagging along behind her or sometime sitting with her and the kids at a bus stop counting the $$$$ fools have given her. His fat and lazy ass is second.
What is this lifestyle teaching their children? With WIC, food stamps, and other social services, what could they possibly be spare changing for? Drugs? He’s a big strong looking guy, why is he not at least doing some sort of labor work? Why hasn't the child protection agency taken these kids from them yet?
And yes, I have more pity for the street kids and homebums.
Excuse me while I go vomit.
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Shopping! 2002-08-16 17:48:59 ET |
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-The last Preacher graphic novel
-Fight Club (the book)
-two new bras (very uplifting! :D)
-Dance or Die-Schlafendeenergie
-Coil-Love's Secret Domain (original Wax Trax printing)
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2002-08-15 01:24:40 ET |
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Why am I still up right now? *yawn*
No Sykoradio show from me today. The Rev and I must go to Beavertron today and hang with his family for the afternoon. Short story: mormon wedding. We just have to attend the luncheon.
Oh yeah, it was great to see Antoire out and about tonight. She's so sweet. :)
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Home for Lunch 2002-08-14 12:30:53 ET |
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Oh no! I can't do my show again this week. We have to attend a lucheon with the Rev's family tomorrow afternoon. I guess it's ok though. The other machine with the mp3 library is down for now (motherboard problems).
Now eating: Campbell's Home Cookin' Chicken Noodle Soup
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One Hot Night In PDX 2002-08-13 22:52:40 ET |
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I'm so not looking forward to going to sleep tonight. It's hot and stuffy in the apartment tonight, even with all the windows open.
Yesterday's highlight:
Some girl was buying some stuff from me at work when she ran out of the store in the middle of the transaction. She fell on her hands and knees in front of the big window and vomited. I gave her change and stuff to the lady that was with her and asked if she was all right. The lady said yeah, it was probably something she ate, and left. I had to go outside later, borrow a bucket from the plant shop next door and throw water on the pile. There were some teenagers totally oblivious to the fact that they were standing in puke until I pointed it out to them and made them move so I could rinse it off. It stunk. How could they miss it?
I was very thankful she didn't do it in the store, or worse, on the front counter and me.
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