2001-07-19

... excuse me darling... damn. damn this decanter. damn damn damn.

oh, well, as i was saying, there simply is no explanation for it. not a single one. she simply strode right up to me in the middle of my discussion with mr. farfinfingle

(you know him, of the mid-atlantic farfinfingles)

and she just started talking! i was shocked! i mean, what sort of girl who purports herself to be mannered just dives into a politically oriented recourse right in the middle of someone else's conversation? mr. farfinfingle was *this close* to agreeing to sponsor a daisy drive for the ladies society. and she had to blast in and ruin it all.

i don't know about her, but if she thinks she is going to secure an entrance into a place like mills with that sort of presumptive behavior, then she is severely wrong. she certainly has another thing coming, she does.

damn her. and damn this decanter too. why the hell can't i open this thing?

*******

so she's like, she's like, she's like, uh, she's like, "so i want to go to school", right? and i'm like, "uh, okay. why?". and she's like, "well, i want to get back into lit." and i just started laughing, cuz,like, lit, clit, it's like, so fucking funny. and i'm like, totally going off, and she's like, staring at me. like she doesn't get it or something.