conversations with the lame

here it is:

i just think i want to stab someone. there are a handful of people i would exclude from the list of potential stabbing victims -- but other than those few, there would be no restraints... but a few preferences.

starting with xanga users. not all of them mind you. just the ones who are always cheerful and tiptoe around the real issue just because every single person who goes to this school can read it. i was reading a few tonight, mainly to make fun (shh, don't tell) and i just usually cannot believe what is before my eyes. there is this addition to xanga that allows people to see what you are "currently watching" or "currently listening to" -- bizarre i tell ya. i just can't fathom... so i won't try. i'll stab.

next, bad drivers -- more specifically, bad parking lot drivers. my road rage boils in parking lots. i just can't stand people who don't use turn signals -- all except bryce. i like him. i am selective though. usually once i don't like you, it's permanent

then, i would, if i could, find the person who does not shut off the coffee pot here at work when it gets empty. i do not want to scrub burnt coffee off of the bottom of the pot. damn it. i hate it.

and then, basically, this one girl i always see at the DC. she always, always wears clothes that are revealing. sick revealing, too. belly and boobs and back. is that possible? yes. prior to seeing this girl nearly everyday, i'd say no -- but now the truth has been revealed to me. her hair is in an up-do every night too. it's like she spends 2 hours getting ready for the day -- and probably all together, 5 hours primping in between sitting down at her desk and eating at the dc and doing homework. earth to you, girl.

then, maybe i'd stab myself to end this pathetic, suffering-laden life of mine.

the end for now...