spastic hell printer must die

Seriously, I hate you all.

So at first I tried not to think anything of it when someone (I won't tell you who, but his name starts with 'A' and ends with 'X' and has an 'LE' in the middle) got really drunk and asked if I'd brought enough ass for the rest of the class. I had just figured that he really wanted to use that line and didn't mean anything by it. But then, last night, I was walking up Pine all by myself to get some dinner, and passed some street bums. One of them started up with the whole "How you doin', where you goin'?" thing. I was polite but firm as usual, answering questions when appropriate without actually supplying any information whatsoever and while continuously walking forward. No big deal. Until I had passed him, and he shouted after me, "I like that WIDE RECEIVER!"

I have never wanted to punch a stranger so badly in my life. I didn't, of course. I didn't even tell him to fuck off. I just kept walking and hating him. And of course I sat down to dinner fearing the further expansion of my already expansive ass. I'm telling you, there is no better way to induce anorexia than to do what that guy did. Jackass. I enjoyed my crepe, and my Talisker, anyway, but I'm still thinking about it, which means I'm going to have to do something about it. Whether the solution is exercise or homicide, I still don't know.