To me it seems like there can only really be ONE last day.

This is the same person who calls up with non-specific questions such as, "What time is the Michael Stipe thing tonight?" on nights when there might be 3 or 4 Michael Stipe things. When I ask for specific details, "Which Michael Stipe thing?" I am hung up on.

I hate all the new people here at work, they all want around here airing the scent of priviledged lives and arrogance of people who have never heard the word no, who weren't beat up as children/teenagers. All dorky looking in a trendy, Abercrombie and Fitch way. At the end of the day they get in their cars and drive to their stucco condos on the West Side and go participate in the psuedo bohemia of Main Street, Venice.

It makes a person want to beat them up as adults.

26 May 2004 - 10:55 AM

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