kjpepper | And now for some explanation. (Reply)

Since I now have more that 109 characters to work with, yippee. Of course I'm on the computer of punch-key-really-hard-twice-if-you-want-an-H. Gah.

So. Good things about today that have no bearing on my current shitty mood:

Playing with three doggies for a bit today at Doghampton. I was pleasantly surprised to find I'm no longer utterly repulsed by dogdrool covered tennis balls. *chuckle* Still won't take em right out of their mouths though - luckily most of the DogHampton pooches know the command "Drop It."
Figuring out a persnickity connection problem at work. Go me.
Randomly having mornhyland drop by work! Haven't seen her in a fuckwad and an aeon.
Finding out that there are TWO more weddings on the roster this year. Well, one sorta doesn't count since it happened already (hooray for people eloping!) but whee, timarok's getting hitched too. It's a rash, I tell you. And contagious.

Pieces of my Frowny Face Empire:

An unexpectedly but thoroughly enraging conversation. Not a big deal in itself but definitely compounded by the below:
As I was walking through downtown, this woman in a blue car stopped at a crosswalk (like she's supposed to) and then couldn't get too far after that. Basically her car stalled out, and then when she got it started again, the car would go backwards unless she jammed on the gas really hard, and then when she'd brake, she'd stall again. Now, I don't drive stick, and I'm not 100% she was or not, but stick or no, that looked like severe car trouble, and also, since there were cars behind her, that also looked like a scary fucking situation to be in. Like I hope to the Divine Whatever that she made it off the road and to a garage.

This blonde bitch next to me has the gall to turn to me and say "Wow, some people really can't drive, huh?"

I point out, in the sort of nice voice that rich people use to make an insult more insulting, exactly why the current situation in all likelyhood had more to do with the car than the driver. What I wanted to do was rip her head off and shoot it from downtown. (except I suck at 3 point shots. hell, it's been so long since I've been near a court that I probably now suck at shooting.) Someone's obviously in a lot of fucking trouble and you have to go be nasty about it? Didn't your mama ever teach you to keep your mouth shut if you don't have anything nice to say? Shit. She tries to play off her comment, pointing out the dent in chickie's front fender as evidence to the fact that she can't drive, but I counter with the fact that the dent is pretty superficial and only affects the fender, is nowhere near the engine, and therefore had NO bearing on what was currently happening. Bitch stalks off in a huff, beaten.
After this conversation, my ankle promptly decides to have one of it's "whee, let's turn the wrong way and put you in horrible PAIN" moments. Ow.

So by this time I'm hurt and I'm pissed off and very near tears and really wanting to beat people with the bit of

sydneycat's desk I'd rescued from the back of the eclecTruck (we'd left it there during the move) I've got half an hour until my bus, but I NEED to get off the street. So even though I only had four bucks to my name until paytime tomorrow I wandered into spacecrime, 'cause dear god, I needed the familiarity of sarcastic surly people I know and actually like. It turned out to be a productive trip - the book I wanted wasn't there anyway so I put it on order, put in to reserve my copy of Harry Potter and the ~~Half-Assed Sequel~~ Half Blood Prince, and changed my address. So even though I went in knowing I couldn't buy anything, it was fine, got to chat up Chris about bad 80s fashion trends (apparently he had big hair once upon a time) and left a little saner, if not still completely pissed off.

Came home to wet carpeting in the hallway and bad news for morlock, who is about the last person to need MORE ucking bad news. Fuck. How about I say fuck some more? Fuck fuck fuckety fuck fuck fuckery fucker fuck. There.

Yeah. I'm about up for the annihilation of the species now.