I'm not quite sure what my problem is today. Aside from being exhausted already from seeing all these allegedly adult college students walking around looking like morons, though stylish morons, wearing things not suited to winter weather in South Dakota. Where are these people's parents? I swear I just want to call them up and tell them not to be surprised when their student is hospitalized due to poor dressing habits. Twits. The lot of them.
I'm also sick of the city and college officials who do not seem to remember from one year to the next how to maintain streets, sidewalks, parking lots, etc. in winter. Using a road grader instead of a plow makes no sense to me. Neither does only plowing 3/4 of a street or leaving one long pile in the middle of the parking lot between the rows of cars. And don't get me started on scooping sidewalks or using ice melt. Or lack thereof. Sea monkeys, I'm surrounded by sea monkeys.
Really, I'm not sure if all that crap's the problem or if I'm just losing my mind because it's so close to the end of the semester. Or both. Maybe it's not any of that and is just my winning personality. See, this is why I am not active in politics. I have no patience, no tolerance for stupidity, and I'm running out of room in the small black box of souls I keep in my underwear drawer.
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I'm not sure what to make of these scantily dressed fruitcakes either. They're just stupid.
My highlight of today was, by far, hearing you talk about anal seepage when coming out of Dr. B's office. That sure was a lovely thing to sit down to. Haha. Classic Wendy Taylor highlight.
As for the black box of souls...you Lord Voldermort you. Haha. By the way the gap still continues, but then again, Harry is still in town.
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