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Today I have the strange and sometimes painful sensation of a rib popping in and out of place periodically,a bloody nose this morning, and something twitching in my stomach reminding me, "yes I'm still here." It snowed last week in the town that never gets snow. I took a picture for proof. I keep looking at it to remind myself that it happened. It's christmas eve and it's so fucking humid. hot.
Some old fart at a Wal-mart runs into my shopping cart with his shopping cart last night while I was out grocery shopping alone. And my cart hits into me. It was
unpleasant. My mother put it best, "people in the south are just assholes."
Dear upstairs neighbors, are you drying shoes in your dryer again? Thanks. I enjoy a quiet evening. I also enjoy your music and the way you can't just ignore us like a good neighbor, but you have to say hi, introduce yourself to people that would rather you just disappeared. Yes, I know I knocked at your door at midnight in a night gown and an angry expression, but that doesn't mean we are on speaking terms. The walls and the windows are thin, so in a way it's good it never gets cold.
I go to work and almost gag when people come in smelling like pot. Pregnancy is the anti-drug, let me tell you.
And the Gamestops here are getting robbed by gunpoint, twice in the last week, thankfully not mine. I hate people.
Retail is making me cynical. I hate shitty lowlife people who rob places or who come in smelling like pot with their babies and all their friends, pants falling down, and a gold-toothed grin. I don't see what's so funny. Or what's worth smiling about.
except for maybe one thing
with no further delay, here's my baby Sophia: (yes MINE, I told shannon he could claim the next one. lols.)
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if someone comes into your store to rob you, telepathically notify me and i will instantly appear and bust a cap.
sophia is going to be beautiful!