babble
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Negative creep:
I know that I have talked about how much I hate the traffic in L.A. before, but lately I think that there might be something odd in the water because I swear to fucking Christ that every single person in this city has made a conscious decision to drive like a complete fucking asshat. Obviously I have not done any kind of scientific study of this phenomenon, so I can't be 100% sure, but I think it happens more often in the afternoon rush hour. Maybe people are half-asleep or in a good mood in the morning and decide it isn't worth the effort, but in the afternoon they are all in a pissy mood because their workday sucked or their wives called and nagged them to go buy some tampons or their intern didn't swallow, and they think, "Well, if I'm miserable then I am going to try really hard to piss Kathleen off by driving like a schizophrenic howler monkey with Parkinson's disease." I suppose it's okay, though, because the existence of these fucking assclowns partially justifies my misanthropy, so at least they're not completely worthless.
In other news, I just came out of a meeting during which a person who shall remain nameless said, "for all intensive purposes". For the love of all that's holy, blondie, it's "for all intents and purposes"! I don't know why shit like that bothers me so much. I mean, is it that fucking hard to speak proper fucking English? I can cut you some slack if English isn't your first language, but if it is and you say shit like that, you need a good ass-kicking.
This week I will be doing so many exciting things that I can't tell you about because they are top secret. However, I can tell you that I will be in San Diego tomorrow night to see my mom, because she and her husband are vacationing there, and that will be nice because it has been a long time since I've seen her. I can also tell you that I will be at the Sixspace gallery on Saturday night helping out with their latest show, a new exhibition of Shepard Fairey's work. I really think you should go to the opening reception, not only because Shepard's work is great, but because I will be there telling you not to touch anything. Also, if you don't go, it will make the baby Jesus cry. You don't want little baby Jesus to cry, now, do you?
Shane has ants in his pants
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