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it's good to know racism knows no cultural boundaries. in line at the obligatory coffee stand a indian woman railed on and on about how all south east asians in these parts need to learn how to speak english, especially since she comes from a nation where there are 400 languages and if she can learn english so should they, and blah blah blah.... it was really quite atrocious. ok, not like a million jews in the gas chamber kinda atrocity, but it was certainly an unpleasant addition to my social outing today. Oh, and in addition to being a racist bitch she was also just a plain old fashioned bitch, ignoring the cashiers attempts to facilitate the the transaction. No she steadfastly ignored all but the most specific interjections from this guy.

man, makes me wonder if she was always destined to be that way, or if living here at one of the least egalitarian ends of the worlds most arrogant nation has warped her opinions through media infusion and belligerent political rantings.

the past couple of days i've been terribly angry. angry at simplest things, for the simplest of reasons. yesterday, i was hungry. i found myself angry at the slow elderly waitress, the traffic outside, the somewhat obnoxious pattern of the table cloth. I was angry from a platform of distant objectivity. somewhat humored at my own drive to break and smash. but that's how it's been for a couple of days. I may have a way out of here, that would include a considerably better life somewhere else, and all i have to do is get the funds to move. somehow, that makes me angry. what the hell?

this is what you get when i sleep enough and hit up the second sup of coffee without having wolfed some foodstuffs.

and now, as promised:

Fu Dog and the Stairs of Doooommm