I've had one hell of a goddamned day. One of the attendees at the PTA conference noticed my name-badge and launched into an unholy tirade. Apparently I was featured in a recent issue of Mother Jones Magazine (with a dandy caricature), and this woman made the connection. So, for two hours I had to deal with this woman, and all of the flag-burning lesbians from her coven. It was a motherfucking doozy, but as a plus, I may be the only person to have uttered the phrase "Why don't you just fuck off, you commie twat" at a PTA conference. Everybody knows that teachers are leftist pinko scum (see EdP), so I shouldn't be surprised, but... Fuck.
And another fucking thing: I have never seen so many freakishly obese and/or pug fugly people in one spot. It looks more like a sideshow freak exhibit than a conference. *shudder*
It can't be all bad you say (to which I say: "Shut your cum-trap you cocksucker"). Well, tonight I get the privilege of attending the Diamondbacks play the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, Orange County, and Outlying Areas. It's like I lost a bet, but I have 3 words that will get me through it: beer, beer, and beer.
I've got two days left of this shit. I knew I should have packed a gun.
- Sent From Blackberry Handheld -