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Now maybe I can go nurse this damned laryngitis that I seem to have acquired today. I’m at a great stopping point — if I keep writing, I’ll probably end up murdering someone. And not necessarily someone fictional. 😉
Oy
November 6th, 2005, 5:25 PM by GoddessTook my hungover happy ass to Wallyworld today for kitteh supplies. Couldn’t get a cart; carried all and back is aching.
Was 47th in line at the Express counter; some motherfuckmenot CUT IN LINE WITH HIS CART. Yes, jumped right the fuck in front of me. I don’t know how many items he had, but his total was $127. Which would be how many stitches he would have needed had my hands not been numb from the litter and food I was clutching.
After realizing he had edged me out of line and NOT accidentally, I looked in his face and said, “You’re not FUCKING serious!” He ignored me. Fucker. So I slapped the litter onto the floor and kicked it into his heels every time he moved forward; that brought me joy. It’s the little things. 😉