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4/03/05 "Cock." Why are people so mean? What is so terrible about their lives that they feel like they need to be total assholes all the time? I mean, they tell me misery loves company, so maybe that's the answer. I was driving in a parking garage the other day, and we all know how much |
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those things make you just want to punch yourself in the face. I was making a right turn, going up to another level, and this awesome dude in a sweet truck was coming down the other way. He had the stop, but he was taking up the whole lane, so I couldn't go anywhere. Then he just stopped and looked at me. What a dick. I hate this guy. He's a jerk. The only reason he would ever be mean, is because he's just a mean guy. A total asshole. 100% grade "A" mean -- Wait, something is happening... Oh man, I'm going inside his head. I guess the universe wants to teach me a lesson again. I hate it when this happens... "I woke up this morning and couldn't get an erection. Aw, too bad. No sex with the ever-widening Wanda. My hair keeps falling out in the shower. I tried to squeeze the last of the toothpaste out, but I think that tube is done. Why are the kids so loud in the morning? Shit! Fucking Wanda didn't make the coffee yet. Jesus Christ! What's so God damned important that she can't take five minutes and make the fucking coffee? Fuck it. Maybe I should quit my job at the plant and just leave it all. Just go away. Get a place on a beach somewhere and bang the shit out of the dark-skinned local broads. Oh, who am I kidding. That's not gonna happen -- God damnit, what the fuck is this fucking car doing? Get out of my way, fucker! Fine, if he's not going, neither am I. I'm just gonna sit here and stare at him. Yeah, what's up, now, fag? He looks like a nerd anyway. Fuck him. Maybe I should just kick his ass... Yeah, take it all out on this asshole. All the years of frustration. I'm not moving! What are you gonna do about it? Well, he's just sitting there looking at me. I'm gonna say something to him. Sweet, his window is rolled down --" "Cock." "Yeah, that was great. He didn't say shit. Pussy. I knew he wouldn't, because he's just a fucking dork. He's probably some sort of computer guy. He was afraid of me. Damn right, too. Today might not be so bad after all..." Wow, I'm back. That was really interesting. I guess I shouldn't have been so hard on this guy. It really sounds like he has a tough time with himself. Let's all take this as a lesson that maybe, just maybe, when somebody says something really mean to you, it's because deep down inside, they're really just not happy with themselves. Or, maybe they're just assholes. |
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