January 16th, 2004

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One of the older women who works upstairs came down the freight elevator about five minutes ago and knocked over a stack of wooden pallets in an attempt to move them outside. Her reaction? A fairly pissed-off "Shit!"

She looked up and apologized to me and the co-worker I was talking to with a sheepish, "Just pretend you didn't hear that."

She just walked by and apologized again with, "I didn't really say that, I said 'shoot', not the other word."

I was very, very strongly tempted to respond with "Jesus fuck, woman, I don't care. Like it matters a fucking shit to me what you say."
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Well, I've broken one of my own rules and gotten pre-boxed sushi from the Ferguson Center. If I don't break silence in the next 24 hours, Ferg Sushi has succeeded where many have failed and brought me down for good. Avenge my death.