in my pocket
I found this in a pair of jeans I wore last week. It was written in a fit of rage...someone's a psycho.
"So, I've officially had it dealing with assholes. In particular, at work. My asshole-tolerance meter has shot through the roof. I've been calling people to do a study on behalf of the Political Science Dept. Usually, people are pretty cordial when expressing thier disinterest. However, it seems as if the entire state of FL has a giant palm tree up their ass this week. People have been taking verbal dumps on me left and right. I've come up with a plan. Every annoying jerkoff that yells in my ear and slams the phone down will earn their phone number onto my shitlist. When I go out of town and get plastered, I'll take out my little shitlist at 2 am and dial away. I imagine that this act of revenge will leave me pleased with a warm fuzzy feeling. Karma's got nothin on this bitch."
"So, I've officially had it dealing with assholes. In particular, at work. My asshole-tolerance meter has shot through the roof. I've been calling people to do a study on behalf of the Political Science Dept. Usually, people are pretty cordial when expressing thier disinterest. However, it seems as if the entire state of FL has a giant palm tree up their ass this week. People have been taking verbal dumps on me left and right. I've come up with a plan. Every annoying jerkoff that yells in my ear and slams the phone down will earn their phone number onto my shitlist. When I go out of town and get plastered, I'll take out my little shitlist at 2 am and dial away. I imagine that this act of revenge will leave me pleased with a warm fuzzy feeling. Karma's got nothin on this bitch."