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Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Drama mamma:
The other day, while I was drowning in an ocean of angst and inner turmoil, I went to my favorite grocery store. I would like to warn all of you that going to the grocery store in South Pasadena at 3:00 in the afternoon on a Thursday is officially a Really Bad Idea. Not only are there a bunch of school kids there with their parents who are running errands on their way home from the snooty private school that costs more annually than the gross national product of Namibia, apparently 3:00 in the afternoon is when every single elderly person in the greater Pasadena area likes to do their grocery shopping. All I wanted was a couple of bottles of wine, some Vitamin Water and a couple of packages of string cheese. You'd think that would take me, what, 5 minutes to grab, since I know that store like I know my own labial structure and if you asked me where exactly they keep the mushroom turnovers even though I don't eat them I could lead you directly to them in 3 seconds flat. But noooo, I had to get stuck behind 80 year old ladies with one apple and a bottle of Orangina in their shopping carts and gaggles of giggling 14 year olds in school uniforms, who were saying stuff like, "OMG did you see what Jenny's socks looked like today she is so gross I bet she has cooties hey let's ask my mom if we can go to the mall after this cause I want to go to Hot Topic and get some of their high quality body jewelry in case my mom ever lets me get my tongue pierced like Jenny's even though she is so gross she has that cool tongue ring so I guess she's not that bad but she still has cooties OMGLOL".
Anyway, while all that was going on and I was getting more frustrated than a lone quadriplegic with a raging hard-on, I kept dwelling on my stupid fucking emo bullshit and because even if they are annoying I can't punch old ladies, I started composing a poem in my head. Now if that's not emo enough for you, go listen to the Get Up Kids and get out of my face. Seriously, though, I haven't written a poem since 1989, and even though I am telling you that I wrote one I am not going to let you see it, because it's really personal (read: shitty) and I want it to be just for me (read: I don't want to subject you to it because your eyes might catch fire due to the supreme suckiness and I just can't afford the lawsuits). However, I will share my favorite excerpt from it, because I have decided that said excerpt is going to be my personal motto from now on. Also, my future baby daddy Steve said that with this excerpt, I have successfully summarized the collected works of Henry Miller in seven words, so I figure if that is the case then it is worth sharing. However, you might think it's utter crap, in which case you are a fucking idiot and nothing good will ever happen to you again. In any case, here it is:
laugh
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love
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eat
fuck
live
Robbie Rob rules all
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