scathedobsidian

(From yesterday; the post here mysteriously didn't take)

Almost no sleep in two days.

As I was walking to work today, I was approached by two homeless people, neither of whom turned out to want any money or food; one was a tall, lithe, very effeminate black man, and the other, a short, rotund, middle-aged white woman with an almost theatrically-filthy face. Both of them told me, "Baby, you look really good in that black!". I think that the man might have heard the woman say it and just echoed it, but still.

So I haven't slept in two days, and I'm sure I look like death on legs (albeit cool boots), but I'm sexy to the homeless. Oh well, homeless people are people too.

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There's a guy in a wheelchair here in the library who expects everyone to do his research for him because he's in a wheelchair. There's nothing wrong with this guy, with the obvious exception of the fact that his legs don't work, and that he's a douchebag

The only thing worse than a douchebag is a douchebag on wheels. A lot of things' negativity is amplified by wheels; hell on wheels, bitch on wheels, etc., but spoiled invalid douchebags on wheels rank pretty high.

I wouldn't admit this with my own mouth to many people, but I'll tell you through the keyboard: at least three times today, I have strongly considered circling around to the back of this man's wheelchair, gripping the handles on the back, and very calmly and deliberately depositing him onto the cold, unforgiving marble. I wonder what kind of noise that would make. I wonder if he would be too dumbfounded to protest, or, I don't know, struggle, before I completed his ejection?

Again, kids, the world might never know.

Might.