Man, it’s a freakin’ buttermilk day on the interwebs. Sack up, hoes! Jeez.
Friday is finally here, I though it would never come. Now if it were only after 5, eh?
I’ve been a bit of a crab lately, but I’ve held it in pretty well. The first way my crab manifests is that my tolerance and patience for the simple-minded people I have to talk to, manage, and deal with becomes absolutely nil. Nada, nichts. Can’t figure something out with out me giving you a flashlight and a map? Fuck off and die. Refuse to put your ideas and issues in perspective? They become invalid to me immediately. Seriously – as soon as I get a touch crabby, I cannot suffer the dim-witted, slow, socially retarded asses to fucking live. It’s funny. 🙂
But I’m still in a good mood in spite of the common man. But seriousy, people – are the getting more unaware and self-centered? Or am I just becoming less tolerant of the entitlement generation(s)?
I’m looking forward to this weekend and nice cuts of corned beef, stouts, cabbages, mustards, and Tiki work.
people – are the getting more unaware and self-centered?
Yes.
am I just becoming less tolerant of the entitlement generation(s)?
Yes. AS we should be.
I survived most of my day unscathed! Hoooray! Hometime!
But seriousy, people – are the getting more unaware and self-centered? Or am I just becoming less tolerant of the entitlement generation(s)?
Yes! BOTH!
My friend Lyn (who lived in the Haight during the mid-late 60s and so knows from protestin’) is going down to the war protest on Sunday. The mere thought of being around that much stupid (however strongly I agree with the political implications) makes me shudder with sheer eergh.
Duh! The best way to protest is to murder the families of Republicans, and force feed them the corpses! Everyone knows that.
Of course! This is the kind of thing we need to be passing along to the newer generation. We must all procreate at once!