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like an angry old man, shaking a fist at the sky...
Sunday, August 29, 2004
no, but i'll punchisize your face for free!
i'm no stranger to stupidity. i mean, it's pretty hard to remain oblivious to the copious amounts of retardation sweeping the country like some bad song a la the macarena or whoomp! there it is, or, even worse, livin' la vida loca (man, that song lasted waaaaaay too long).
when i was an RA at UT, i worked in a dorm called kinsolving the summer after my sophomore year. man, you're face with some dumbass people in that job, and this is supposed to be the future of america. and then you met the parents. toward the end of the summer, a girl came up to the front desk which i had to man from time to time, and asked "does check out mean we have to move out?". to which i replied, "yes." then, she got this kinda scared and puzzled look on her face, hesitated a moment, and said "completely?"
another time, answering the phone, i said "hello, kinsolving front desk, this is josh." a brief pause. "um, yeah, is this the kinsolving front desk?"
but, this always pales in comparison to the stupidity i have to face every day at work. man....them some dumbass people.
ok, maybe i'm being too harsh. maybe they're not dumbass. but if they're not that, then they're just awfully rude, inconsiderate, disgusting, willfully ignorant, lazy sonsabitches. if, for instance, a shirt is marked $39.99, and you are asked to take an additional 20% off, how much does the shirt cost?
alright, alright, percentages are not everyone's cup of tea. but, i mean, when a shirt costs 7 bucks, and you're still debating whether or not to get it, you're one cheapass motherfucker, and i've no tolerance for your fool self. and, please, if you're going to unfold a shirt to look at it, just unfold one. the larges look exactly like the mediums, just bigger. in size, that is.
but, there is no, and i mean, absolutely NO excuse for why i found a pee-soaked pair of jeans in the dressing room yesterday. none.
sonsabitches.
feeling: sleepy
thinking of: who in their drunken right mind would text message me at 5 in the morning?
song of the day: i didn't understand - elliott smith
my feelings never change bit, i always feel like shit
i'm no stranger to stupidity. i mean, it's pretty hard to remain oblivious to the copious amounts of retardation sweeping the country like some bad song a la the macarena or whoomp! there it is, or, even worse, livin' la vida loca (man, that song lasted waaaaaay too long).
when i was an RA at UT, i worked in a dorm called kinsolving the summer after my sophomore year. man, you're face with some dumbass people in that job, and this is supposed to be the future of america. and then you met the parents. toward the end of the summer, a girl came up to the front desk which i had to man from time to time, and asked "does check out mean we have to move out?". to which i replied, "yes." then, she got this kinda scared and puzzled look on her face, hesitated a moment, and said "completely?"
another time, answering the phone, i said "hello, kinsolving front desk, this is josh." a brief pause. "um, yeah, is this the kinsolving front desk?"
but, this always pales in comparison to the stupidity i have to face every day at work. man....them some dumbass people.
ok, maybe i'm being too harsh. maybe they're not dumbass. but if they're not that, then they're just awfully rude, inconsiderate, disgusting, willfully ignorant, lazy sonsabitches. if, for instance, a shirt is marked $39.99, and you are asked to take an additional 20% off, how much does the shirt cost?
alright, alright, percentages are not everyone's cup of tea. but, i mean, when a shirt costs 7 bucks, and you're still debating whether or not to get it, you're one cheapass motherfucker, and i've no tolerance for your fool self. and, please, if you're going to unfold a shirt to look at it, just unfold one. the larges look exactly like the mediums, just bigger. in size, that is.
but, there is no, and i mean, absolutely NO excuse for why i found a pee-soaked pair of jeans in the dressing room yesterday. none.
sonsabitches.
feeling: sleepy
thinking of: who in their drunken right mind would text message me at 5 in the morning?
song of the day: i didn't understand - elliott smith
my feelings never change bit, i always feel like shit
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Someone text messaged you at 5am? Or you just wish someone would? I didn't do it, I'm anti-text message. I say just call the person, and have those one and two line exchanges all at once instead of spending a dime per message to do it, and the conversations are usually unimportant anyway.
Pee soaked pair of jeans. That's gross. Someone peed themselves while at the food court, then, extrememly embarassed, ran to foleys, changed in your dressing room and shoplifted their new pair of dry jeans. Still, no excuse for inappropriate urination, shoplifting, and making you pick up their nasty pants.
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Pee soaked pair of jeans. That's gross. Someone peed themselves while at the food court, then, extrememly embarassed, ran to foleys, changed in your dressing room and shoplifted their new pair of dry jeans. Still, no excuse for inappropriate urination, shoplifting, and making you pick up their nasty pants.
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