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some obnoxious punk is taking travis to task for his spelling, and i am fucking sick of it. so he can't spell, so what. like this obnoxious punk (i.e., O.P.) can be human. travis can't spell, O.P. can't be human. shaddup and get off the high horse and die already. god. what a miserable piece of cr...
i am just in a place where people and their bullshit is driving me nuts. i go to the pharmacy today to pick up some very important medication for my 86 year old grandmother who i left reading a "country living" magazine in my unlocked car in the parking lot of a friggin' health center where wackjobs and fruitloops go to get their crazy pills upped and then afterwards lurk aroudn the parking lot, lurching around like quasimodo. i'm sitting in the waiting area of this stupid pharmacy for ONE HALF HOUR after i gave them the damned prescription to be filled. i go back up to the counter after 1,256,713 people have gone before me and say, "How much longer do you think it's gonna be?" And Miss-I-Look-Like-I-Just-Rolled-Out-of-Bed behind the counter looks at me with her half-lidded eyes, runs away to count to ten somewhere behind a desk, and comes back and says, "five minutes." so i step back, cross my arms, and STAND RIGHT THERE AND WAIT while glaring at, her with her stupid sloppy hairbun and 18 year old tits hanging out of the front of her too-tight shirt. about ten seconds later, some dude in a pharmacy white coat comes into the place, looks at the 1,256,715 people still in line and ducks behind the counter, where he stands there staring at a computer screen for my remaining 4.78 minutes. doing NOTHING. filling NO prescriptions. not asking the ONE pharmacist what he can do to help her. probably checking his fucking horse bets or something. and i'm thinking seriously of screaming, "ARE YOU A GODDAMNED PHARMACIST, OR JUST DRESSED UP EARLY FOR HALLOWEEN?"
honestly. after that i took my grandmother shopping because she is still freaking out over her newest medical condition. we wandered around sam's club looking at the christmas stuff and she calmed right down and became her usual child-like self again, which was cool.
i'm not as crazy as i was, but i am not confident that the crazies won't return at any moment. i am having the weirdest dreams imaginable, involving: snakes...straightjackets...people jumping off bridges...snowstorms...train rides that go nowhere. weird-ass shit. story of my life. i'd write a book, but i'd probably get sued, because even though the shit i see and deal with seems like fiction, it is real...which blows my mind, still.
i am just in a place where people and their bullshit is driving me nuts. i go to the pharmacy today to pick up some very important medication for my 86 year old grandmother who i left reading a "country living" magazine in my unlocked car in the parking lot of a friggin' health center where wackjobs and fruitloops go to get their crazy pills upped and then afterwards lurk aroudn the parking lot, lurching around like quasimodo. i'm sitting in the waiting area of this stupid pharmacy for ONE HALF HOUR after i gave them the damned prescription to be filled. i go back up to the counter after 1,256,713 people have gone before me and say, "How much longer do you think it's gonna be?" And Miss-I-Look-Like-I-Just-Rolled-Out-of-Bed behind the counter looks at me with her half-lidded eyes, runs away to count to ten somewhere behind a desk, and comes back and says, "five minutes." so i step back, cross my arms, and STAND RIGHT THERE AND WAIT while glaring at, her with her stupid sloppy hairbun and 18 year old tits hanging out of the front of her too-tight shirt. about ten seconds later, some dude in a pharmacy white coat comes into the place, looks at the 1,256,715 people still in line and ducks behind the counter, where he stands there staring at a computer screen for my remaining 4.78 minutes. doing NOTHING. filling NO prescriptions. not asking the ONE pharmacist what he can do to help her. probably checking his fucking horse bets or something. and i'm thinking seriously of screaming, "ARE YOU A GODDAMNED PHARMACIST, OR JUST DRESSED UP EARLY FOR HALLOWEEN?"
honestly. after that i took my grandmother shopping because she is still freaking out over her newest medical condition. we wandered around sam's club looking at the christmas stuff and she calmed right down and became her usual child-like self again, which was cool.
i'm not as crazy as i was, but i am not confident that the crazies won't return at any moment. i am having the weirdest dreams imaginable, involving: snakes...straightjackets...people jumping off bridges...snowstorms...train rides that go nowhere. weird-ass shit. story of my life. i'd write a book, but i'd probably get sued, because even though the shit i see and deal with seems like fiction, it is real...which blows my mind, still.