Grumble, grumble, grumble.
I'm completely lacking motivation to work at the moment...
My vision is still shot, so...no driving...unless I can find some poor unsuspecting sap to drive me where I want to go...I guess I should make a sign reading 'I'm the one you chat with on the internet;' position myself at the nearest Starbucks and see if that will work for transportation purposes. On second thought, I think I'd rather walk...
I'm just about sick of Starbucks too--that seems to be where I wind up on date nights. What is it with guys and Starbucks? A more impressive first date would be a nice film depicting a bit of the old ultra-violence, followed by tons of ice cream...or a cozy night at home watching a film depicting a bit of the old ultra-violence and snuggling with the heck-hounds, followed by tons of ice cream. What's a girl to do? Men, take note: coffee houses are for those types who really don't know the difference between their ass and their armpit, but they would like you to believe they understand the complexities of Russian literature in a post-Soviet economy or the effect of gamma rays on the man in the moon for that matter; drivel and more drivel. I feel bad for those poor souls who have to work at those places--you have my sympathy! Coffee house regulars actually do come in handy if you missed an episode of Friends...but beyond that; have proven not to be of much use to society. Plus, coffee houses have no ice cream. And in the end, that's all that really matters! Point taken?
Boy am I feeling itchy this evening--very much in the mood to rant a little...what ever will be next?
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