On the subject of me.

[hoveringsombrero]

Holy crapass batman!

I was so pleased at finally being home with bed and such,
that I had forgotten the HORROR of the shopping trip.

Why didn't somebody tell me it was xmas eve eve?
Where was the voice of reason to say,
"uh eris, don't go in the store."?

The timing of my when was horridly bad,
to say the least.

I hate other people.
I mostly hate other people who are
dirty,
loud,
smelly,
dragging two carts full of toys,
expecting everyone to get out of their way,
because shopping for their fucktrophies,
at the last fucking minute,
must be oh so much more important that anything else.

J had dropped me off to go get his flat tire fixed.
so by the time he came and found me in line ...
eris was all eyes and fidgety.

I didn't get nearly everything I needed,
cause I had to get the fuck out of there.

As if I needed a reminder why I only deal with the general public,
ON THE PHONE.

Fuckin' work,
here comes eris.