07.21.04

Could the tyranny of the god-damned morning people just end? Jay-zus kreest on a freakin' cracker.

I woke this morning to the dulcet strains of leaf-blowers, power saws and the trash truck lurching and howling down the streets. This, at 8:30AM on the button.

These are the same people who'd call the police on yer heinie if you played one note of "Ina Gadda da Vida" at volume at 10:01PM. Gah! What is up with the early-rising? Can't these people understand that not everyone has the same schedule?

Math class proceeds, though I did have a sick fantasy about getting Hunnish on some glitter-wearing, too short shorts sporting, inanity-chattering, Skittles-spewing little girls yesterday. For three hours they sat behind me, whispering and flinging candies. I don't want to be in the class, I have to. These girls must be in the same boat.

Oh, but it isn't just the gadding girls--no--it's the people who can't operate their calculators while the instructor is going step-by-step through the processes. It's the people who ask, every chance they get, "I did it different, but go the same answer. Is that okay?"

Yes! Yes, you literal-minded, gene pool-pollutin', non-cognitive leap-taker. It's freakin' a-okay. It's great. Let loose the pigeons and strike up the band. Houris and cabana boys for everyone. You flexed part of the grey matter, congratulations.

*grrr*

I fear that I may shout that out one afternoon. Then who'll be the gigantic ass?

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