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Saturday, May 08, 2004
3:30 PM
i hate life and the insane things it does to you.
bad attitude..
look who has the bad attitude, prancing around self-righteously as though they haven't committed a sin in the world, thinking they know everything about life and that they can rule all people lower than them(which means say,the entire other populace of the human race?). thinking they know so veyr much, and they understand everything, and can go striding around with their holier-than-thou stares and noses so high up you can count the hairs in them. thinking they can judge everything and everyone, and that they are always and forever correct.thinking they have all the power in the world, that only They know right from wrong, and you're nothing but an insignificant little rodent looking the dust on the street, and thou shalt obey I...
bad attitude indeed.

the book is bad, he says. oh i am so sorry your royal higness of perfection may i proceed to prostrate at your feet? perhaps polish those leather loafers of yours, ne? or maybe i should bring fourth and exotic gift or roman carpet with someone akin to cleopatra inside, so that your great worthiness the most high are worthy of such a gift. oh i cower in your presence, oh lord, i cower in thy presence indeed....
like wadeva
*rolls eyes*
and so he says its bad and he won't buiy just because he THINKS he understand the world o fantasy and intrigue and love and magic. just because he THINKS he knows what goes on in the forgotten realms, and he suddenly the world's best expert in fantasy novels when he hasnt even read a single bloody one. FINE. BE THAT WAY. i go find another book that you may proceed to rip apart and give a verdict on whether it is suitable or not, just like in the court of law. but let me care to remind you, dear friend, sometimes the court of law puts innocent men in jail.
and guess what. he just leaves me there and goes off, angry about MY bad attitude when he was
!)superbly paranoid and has to censor every bloody thing in my life so that i can be your stereotyped innocent little girl who digs ice cream and sings laa-laa britney spears songs
2)unreasonably insensitive. give me those other two books first...oh i say dear sir,i can buy two other books just because you cant understand one and the other doesn'ty have FANTASY written on its spine?thats a very fair judgement i think you should bring it to the government...that way serial killers will run free in the streets
3)selfishly annoying. fine. just walk off that way. sure i walked off but to get another book. and you? you just left me behind in that bloody bookshop and i had to use my own bloody money to pay for ONE out of THREE books which i had wnated and i am now fucking broke with only 30 cents to get my mum chocs and a bouquet of flowers. i think you have not noticed sir, that this is the 21st century and meals do not cost 25 cents anymore....

fucking day. now i have to dig up what's left of my piggy bank to get my mums mothers day stuff. and just to let you know how precious that piggy bank money is, i haven;t touched it in two years. two fucking years. thats how much it means to me. its my last resort, my allibi, my worst case scenario. and now i have to use it just because you fucking left me behind in a bookstore when i needed to buy a book(i have resorted to reading fearless people, thats how pathetic i am) and yet i only have 17 dollars, whihc was thank god just enough. and now i have no fucking money.

im hope your damn fucking happy now that i'm broke and cant get a mothers day present and have to dig into my emergency cash. i hope you're damn fucking happy, cuz im sure you are.

after all, you must have planned this right from the very start.