OMG shoot the ice cream truck ARGH
Jun. 18th, 2005 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Fucking ice cream truck. Sells mediocre ice creams, and its poorly-synthesized "the entertainer" is piercing and ever-audible from all over the neighborhood. It doesn't even play other songs. Just the one.
It's stopped on my street.
I will kill it.
KILL.
ARGH.
Was in towering rage all morning because, yes, I got stuck down at Torture Bar and had no customers. (In a rare moment of assertiveness, when the morning manager thanked me for coming in early, I said, "You do realize that every time I do you guys a favor I get fucked?" She looked surprised, and I pointed out that I was on my way to an undesirable location to make considerably less money in most likely fewer hours than I had been scheduled for, and she really had nothing to say to that. So I went about my way and slammed some doors while nobody was watching.) Cheered up a bit when I had a nice conversation with a fellow who asked me what i thought of Guiliani for President. (He figured on Condoleeza Rice as his VP.) "Good Christ," I said, "that would be terrifying."
He turned out to be not only a Republican, but a professional one-- he worked on campaigns for the party. Whoa. We had an interesting conversation about politics in general, during which we agreed that one did not have to be on a particular side-- disagreeing with a Republican does not make you a Democrat, for example. He and i both agreed that anyone who wanted to be President shouldn't be allowed to be, and that all politicians are pretty much crooks. He also explained that Colin Powell wouldn't run for president because of his wife-- she's worried he'll be assassinated, and also, she was treated for mental illness a while back and they're both worried that would wind up becoming a campaign issue, which would be upsetting to them.
But anyway.
Still can't eat. I had half a bag of tortilla chips, one by one. I kept feeling almost hungry, so I'd nibble, but a little while afterward my innards would sort of cramp and I would feel Unhappy. It's not like I'm sick-- I'm not emitting anything, anyway-- it's just that everything in there seems full of low-grade evil that has taken up residence and would prefer not to be disturbed.
I suppose there are worse feelings. Maybe I just am suddenly all elightened and no longer require much nutrition and should exclusively eat almond shells or something. Actually I think I'm hungry just now, but not enough to want to risk disturbing the internal demons.
Sigh. Maybe I'll lose weight again. I only seem to lose weight the stupid unhealthy way, by being unable to eat. Not the healthy and empowering diet-and-exercise way. Bastards!
It's stopped on my street.
I will kill it.
KILL.
ARGH.
Was in towering rage all morning because, yes, I got stuck down at Torture Bar and had no customers. (In a rare moment of assertiveness, when the morning manager thanked me for coming in early, I said, "You do realize that every time I do you guys a favor I get fucked?" She looked surprised, and I pointed out that I was on my way to an undesirable location to make considerably less money in most likely fewer hours than I had been scheduled for, and she really had nothing to say to that. So I went about my way and slammed some doors while nobody was watching.) Cheered up a bit when I had a nice conversation with a fellow who asked me what i thought of Guiliani for President. (He figured on Condoleeza Rice as his VP.) "Good Christ," I said, "that would be terrifying."
He turned out to be not only a Republican, but a professional one-- he worked on campaigns for the party. Whoa. We had an interesting conversation about politics in general, during which we agreed that one did not have to be on a particular side-- disagreeing with a Republican does not make you a Democrat, for example. He and i both agreed that anyone who wanted to be President shouldn't be allowed to be, and that all politicians are pretty much crooks. He also explained that Colin Powell wouldn't run for president because of his wife-- she's worried he'll be assassinated, and also, she was treated for mental illness a while back and they're both worried that would wind up becoming a campaign issue, which would be upsetting to them.
But anyway.
Still can't eat. I had half a bag of tortilla chips, one by one. I kept feeling almost hungry, so I'd nibble, but a little while afterward my innards would sort of cramp and I would feel Unhappy. It's not like I'm sick-- I'm not emitting anything, anyway-- it's just that everything in there seems full of low-grade evil that has taken up residence and would prefer not to be disturbed.
I suppose there are worse feelings. Maybe I just am suddenly all elightened and no longer require much nutrition and should exclusively eat almond shells or something. Actually I think I'm hungry just now, but not enough to want to risk disturbing the internal demons.
Sigh. Maybe I'll lose weight again. I only seem to lose weight the stupid unhealthy way, by being unable to eat. Not the healthy and empowering diet-and-exercise way. Bastards!
