I made all kinds of assumptions at first because I thought I’d feel less vulnerable if I did.
But never did I imagine that taking pictures outside the public library would pose such a threat.
And honestly, I’d say which library but of course I’d be getting ahead of myself.
And this completely ignores the fact of having to use my phone to take calls in between where most people drink fermented beer and liquor.
And this is one of the things that drives me crazy about cellphones.
Stop calling me.
No, seriously.
I don’t use the word “fuck” a lot (I’m lying) but when I do it’s usually because there’s obviously some fuck shit going on.
And typically it involves five or six people calling and telling me about it.
Leave me alone.
But no one knows this, apparently.
And of course, Dr. Roth thinks I’m “avoiding simply…as an attempt to keep the peace…”
I mean, duh.
How do you tell people, “your stories are fucking boring me…”
And honestly, I’d rather say nothing at all…which might…possibly put someone in a further dire situation.
Except, I’d feel responsible.
Say…if Bob decided to change his name…and all because I said, “your name reminds me of sliced ham served with a side of pork sausage…”
Which I’ve said before and clearly I’m referring to Bob Evan’s.
Only, it wouldn’t be the first time my words were taken out of context.
But anyway, I feel rather annoyed.
And trust me.
There’s not a decent place that serves sliced ham served with a side of pork sausage.
Until next time.
“Take a look at what I’m wearing, people. You think anybody wants a roundhouse kick to the face while I’m wearing these bad boys? Forget about it. Last off, my students will learn about self respect. You think anybody thinks I’m a failure because I go home to Starla at night? Forget about it!” —- Rex (Napoleon Dynamite)
