March 9th, 2002 - 12:19 p.m.

waiting, and a list of hateful things

i abhor waiting. there is really nothing worse one could subject my paranoid little self to. satan, if you exist, hear this now, all you need to set up is a waiting room. it would torment me more then anything else. this horrid sense of urgency. waiting. bah.

hateful things:
people who relentlessly complain about their weight
ripped stockings
the over-politicalization of situations important or unimportant
overt melodrama in order to illicit a responce
people who make no qualms about being unbelievable liars
unbelievable lies (it is like being presented with an elaborately wrapped gift of no substance)
pens that run out of ink mid-sentence (or refuse to work when you most need them)
waiting
elaborate situations that require mass orchestration and it is all for naught due to one minor flawed detail
uninvited conversation
ignorant generalizations pertaining to vast subjects
dieting (and the associated melodrama of)

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