sheesh. n i thought i was bad ... i can't beat 100,000. i ain't that cool haha. :)

wonderful now that the pain and soreness has travelled from the right wrist to the left palm. yieah, just lovely.

mindscript two

. who's fault is it?(!)
.. [your fucking fat ass's you fucking fat ass] well, you know, it's more a miscommunication than anything else. who knows, i think there were mistakes made on both sides.
. [it's your fault isn't it! you buncha upstart losers!!] hmm. okay. [yieah, whatever, responsibility shirking liar] i'll put down that it's the post office's fault.
.. [you = waste of my time] right. [punk] thanks.

then i proceed to wander around all day looking for more situations where i can have an excuse to talk to him so that i can
1: sneer unobserved at his annoyingness and
2: say even more mean shit about him in my head.

it's amusing and more than a little fun to sneer. aigoo(!).