2002-07-29 - 10:14 p.m.
People. Sometimes I just want to slap them.
Case in point: I'm at one of the neighborhood coffee shops today having lunch. In the corner there's a TV set tuned to CNN, which is showing part of an interview with one of the rescued coal miners - the youngish one who's been all over the news the last few days. He looks thankful that he's back home with his family and is lucky to be alive.
At the table next to mine, meanwhile, some bottle-blond little queen looks at the TV, starts flapping his hands like he's preparing for takeoff and says - loudly - "Omigawd! Goatees are soooo 1995!"
It took everything I had to keep from reaching across and introducing his jaw to the back of my hand with a hearty, "Just shut up, you shallow little prick. People like him risk their lives every fucking day so you can have hot water to take your fucking chamomile-scented bubble baths in so howzabout you and your depillated ass show them a little bit of respect, huh?"
This town needs an enema.
Actually, no - no, it doesn't. This town would enjoy it too much.
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Had a great weekend in L.A. More about it tomorrow.
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