My hair is unruly
Lest Ms. House think herself spared my “sharp tongue” (thanks Margaret), I must, of course, reply. Admittedly, I rather naively set myself up for failure, and Anne took me to task. But let’s probe a bit more deeply into the matter, shall we? I see two other men in our dear faux European’s life: an underage Scottish lad who had trouble “operating while under the influence,” and Dave Fucking Choate. Not exactly the Chippendales, hm? Of course, I’ll leave it up to you, the BLOGWARS™ observer, to decide whether this phenomena reflects more poorly on the excommunicated princess of Mormonism herself, or moi, given that I was indeed spurned while the others were invited to taste the forbidden fruits of LDS love. It’s a toss-up.
Coupla small rants:
- Take the fucking tip jar out of Einstein Bros. bagel. That is a chain store. I am NOT going to tip you. That is ridiculous.
- This sonofabitch in my German Lit class had his cell phone go off for the fourth time this quarter. We’ve only met about 15 times, so he’s pushing >25%. And the little fuck couldn’t get it to turn off. Ever heard of silent mode, you worthless asslicking pothead?