Plan B.

[kiya]

I could have dealt with the children throwing nuts at me from across the street as I was pacing on the bus stop, especially as at the time I was buried deep in "I Had a Good Time" (still my favorite beautifully catty and chipper breakup song) with decent headphones set to stereo and thus feeling no pain whatsoever.

I could even have dealt with the dirty old man on the motorcycle shouting at me on his way by.

What I cannot deal with . . .

. . . is a complete lack of any fucking bus. And I know the route is running today, I saw one go by not an hour ago. By the time I got to "Turn it Off" I called teinedreugan to inform him of my lack of happy campitude.

At this point, taking the bus downtown to meet teinedreugan and erispope for dinner has lost its efficiency advantage, and also I am not feeling serene and calm while Alabama has the bomb.

I will sink deep into my headphones now and rattle my brains with good guitar until I feel less like gnawing upon the stripped, marrowless bones of my enemies.

Comments

[rainfallsautumn.livejournal.com]

That sucks!! But the last line is absolutely priceless. Thank you for that. :)

[oldsma.livejournal.com]

Why would you want to gnaw on stripped, marrowless bones? I'd think it would be much more satisfying to go out and gather some fresh ones from other enemies.

You know, that's the problem with Them. There is no way to get bones from the faceless mass.

MAO

[kiya]

The condition of the bones would be indicative of the level of satisfaction I had received from them already.

Also, I'm teething. Damn wisdom teeth.

[oldsma.livejournal.com]

Teething? Then you have to find a way to make Them pay.

MAO