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which_chick) wrote2008-05-28 06:34 am
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Bits and pieces for your enjoyment.
Mr. Prospective Tenant K: You really should disclose your Megan's Law status because we will check. If you haven't mentioned it and you're trying to move into an apartment downhill from a school, we will refuse to rent to you. Also, normal people do not ever say things like "We thought we would have to get married last weekend, but God stopped it." I was very proud of myself for not going, "So... she got her period, then?" Finally, you rang the cherries on my gaydar yet claimed to be straight. You might have fewer problems with the diddling of little boys if you admitted to yourself that what you really want is cock. You might try diddling grown up boys -- it's not illegal and I really think it'd suit you.
Cilantro that self-seeded in the garden: Nice trick! Can you do it again for next year if I let you go to seed? I've planted tomatoes and I'm going to plant jalapeno peppers, so you're not allowed to bolt for a while yet, you hear?
Ms. Summer Person M: I was sort of at a loss when you said that I only worked "because I wanted to". The fact that you put on a shit-eating grin and touched my person in a "we're good buddies" way when you said it, well, that was icing on the cake. We are not good buddies and I wish like hell that you wouldn't fucking touch me when you are talking at me. (My good friends whom I have known for years and years and years do not touch me in casual conversation, for pete's sake. This is because they are POLITE and because they have enough brains to know how much I absolutely hate it.) Anyway. It's charming that someone who takes the status indications of clothes, houses, and cars as seriously as you do is still deluded enough to think that I dress like I do and live in a hovel and drive an eleven year old Cavalier because I have some kind of aversion to spending my huge piles of money. I have quite modest piles of money and I spend them on things I want. Unfortunately, I am not quite in a position where I only work "because I want to." I do actually have to work in order to buy groceries and pay the car insurance and stuff. However, I feel bound to point out to you that it's rude, rude, rude to make vocal assessments of the wealth of other people in social settings. (And if I notice that it's rude, it's face-slapping rude. I'm not real sensitive to rude and only notice it when it comes in Super Value Size helpings.) While I responded with a smile and solid puritan value statements ("It's good for people to work. If we didn't work, whatever would we do all day?") I was only doing that because you'd sue me if I assaulted you. Assaulting you was my first choice and my second choice. My third choice was making very rude and hurtful comments, which I am also not allowed to do because we must get along with the summer people. I'm not very good at social crap and making me sift through options to find something that isn't illegal or going to get me in trouble while the silence of expected response drags out is not a nice thing to do, you fucking cunt.
Cousin who left me rice krispie treats on the counter: Yay! You've no idea how much of a day brightener that was. Unexpected rice krispie treats make everything better.
Mr. Prospective Tenant K: You really should disclose your Megan's Law status because we will check. If you haven't mentioned it and you're trying to move into an apartment downhill from a school, we will refuse to rent to you. Also, normal people do not ever say things like "We thought we would have to get married last weekend, but God stopped it." I was very proud of myself for not going, "So... she got her period, then?" Finally, you rang the cherries on my gaydar yet claimed to be straight. You might have fewer problems with the diddling of little boys if you admitted to yourself that what you really want is cock. You might try diddling grown up boys -- it's not illegal and I really think it'd suit you.
Cilantro that self-seeded in the garden: Nice trick! Can you do it again for next year if I let you go to seed? I've planted tomatoes and I'm going to plant jalapeno peppers, so you're not allowed to bolt for a while yet, you hear?
Ms. Summer Person M: I was sort of at a loss when you said that I only worked "because I wanted to". The fact that you put on a shit-eating grin and touched my person in a "we're good buddies" way when you said it, well, that was icing on the cake. We are not good buddies and I wish like hell that you wouldn't fucking touch me when you are talking at me. (My good friends whom I have known for years and years and years do not touch me in casual conversation, for pete's sake. This is because they are POLITE and because they have enough brains to know how much I absolutely hate it.) Anyway. It's charming that someone who takes the status indications of clothes, houses, and cars as seriously as you do is still deluded enough to think that I dress like I do and live in a hovel and drive an eleven year old Cavalier because I have some kind of aversion to spending my huge piles of money. I have quite modest piles of money and I spend them on things I want. Unfortunately, I am not quite in a position where I only work "because I want to." I do actually have to work in order to buy groceries and pay the car insurance and stuff. However, I feel bound to point out to you that it's rude, rude, rude to make vocal assessments of the wealth of other people in social settings. (And if I notice that it's rude, it's face-slapping rude. I'm not real sensitive to rude and only notice it when it comes in Super Value Size helpings.) While I responded with a smile and solid puritan value statements ("It's good for people to work. If we didn't work, whatever would we do all day?") I was only doing that because you'd sue me if I assaulted you. Assaulting you was my first choice and my second choice. My third choice was making very rude and hurtful comments, which I am also not allowed to do because we must get along with the summer people. I'm not very good at social crap and making me sift through options to find something that isn't illegal or going to get me in trouble while the silence of expected response drags out is not a nice thing to do, you fucking cunt.
Cousin who left me rice krispie treats on the counter: Yay! You've no idea how much of a day brightener that was. Unexpected rice krispie treats make everything better.
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What is it with people? I was raised that discussion of money was just as rude as open and unrequested discussion/guessing of one's sexuality in public. After that comes politics and religion.
So... no, we don't go there. Was this an adult?
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