Piss and vinegar...the recipe for a really fun afternoon.
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2002-09-29
11:23 a.m.

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So I went to my friend's house last night.

Mundane, yes. Boring to report, yes. But I must.

So it's cool, it's all good...we're practically having a damned block party and her dad is acorss the street at someone's house. Great! It's just like one of those keg parties in teen movies. And it was actually really cool until her dad came home drunk and screaming at us. That kind of ruined the mood.

Aaaaggghhh, you'll have to excuse me. I've just escaped from hell using my handy-dandy cell phone and I'm a tad bit stressed and delirious, because I was up all night comforting my friend's little sister. Yeah. It was loads of fun.

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It's happened.

The Invasion Of The Little People.

You know what I mean. It's when you get to that age where anyone who is just a little bit younger than you just worships the ground you walk on. They grovel and beg for forgiveness if you must once hush them. Then they, being very talkative creatures indeed, go and tell their friends, "Hey, I know this girl who's older. She's, like, the coolest thing ever. Come over and see." And that's when you wind up entertaining 4538761 twelve year olds by showing them how to can-can.

They develop and unhealthy fascination with your cell phone. Oooohh. Aaahhh. Phhoooone nuummmbeeers. I've never seen theeeesse before!

Why me?

I mean, really. What makes me so goddamn special?

What's the world coming to when I must insult myself for the sake of privacy?

And it makes me all pissy when they listen to Avril Lavigne for three hours on repeat because they think it's cool people music. What the hell? I mean, yeah buddy, let's go smoke pot and listen to Velvet Underground. Oh, wait. you don't know who they are. That might be because of the fact that you only listen to music you hear on Top 40 stations because you think it's cool. You've never heard of underground music. You probably think that it's musak they play in the subway.

And then you go off and torture your sister's friends by singing "He was a girl, she was a boy...can I make it any more obvious." And you think it's so goddamned funny. Sheesh.

Now piss off.

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