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February 23rd, 2005
05:55 pm I hate buses. Really. And I swear that there is at least someone up there in charge of the bus thingies who hate me, or something, because every SINGLE DARNED time I want to take a bus I end up waiting for half an hour for it. If I don't want that particular bus number to come up and waiting for another instead, three or four of that particular bus number rolls by just to spite me. I'm telling you, it's a freaking conspiracy. So here I am, busy scribbling into my little notebook and looking up occasionally through the swirls of cigarette smoke to see if my bus is here so I can bugger off home and make life difficult for my goldfish. Okay, I lie. I have no goldfish, on account of them being kind of dead after my father forgot to turn on the pump for a couple of days. I'm telling you, those kinds of fishes are wimps. They die without a PUMP?! What are fish for, then? I'm sure God didn't install industrial size pumps in the sea or something. Wait, where do goldfishes come from? They definitely do not come from any kind of ocean or sea, and I've never really seen them in the rivers...so where do they come from? It's not like they just pop up like daisies in a random aquarium or something. Great, now I'm going to be stuck with these crazy thoughts all day, as if I've got nothing better to do. And DAMMIT WHERE'S MY BUS. Let's see, I've been sitting here for fifteen minutes, and it's killing me. Me being the kind of person who gets fidgety when she has nothing to do except to stare at nothing and whistles tonelessly until someone smacks me around or tells me to shut the hell up. After which I will proceed to deliver the smackdown on the unfortunate sod who dared to disturb my moments of relaxation. You know that there is no point to this blog entry, do you? Damn cigarette smoke, they're getting on my nerves. Why the hell are they smoking at the bus stops? Can't they just smoke in the toilet? That's what they're for, aren't they? There are a couple of girls smoking, too, and in arse's name that is the single most repulsive thing I have ever seen. And I have seen many repulsive things in my life, like William Hung. There's just something about smoker girls that annoy me to no end. I mean, hello? You think it's cool to have a cigarette dangling from your lips? Or getting piss-drunk and vomiting your colon out at pubs? What in the name of pantyhose are you thinking?! Just because guys can do that doesn't mean girls can. Warped sense of gender equality much?? Morons. I am surrounded by total morons. Oh well. Now that I've lost interest in this entry, I shall go back to staring ahead like a mindless zombie and glare at anyone who--Ooh, there's my friend. Current Mood: pissed off Current Music: Lacuna Coil--Veins of Glass
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