Welcome to Robots Vancouver. I hope that someone will read/care besides me. But even if not, that's okay. While I'd hope my own life and what I do on a regular basis would be enough to make me interesting, I know it's not. I work overtime hours in a call center riddled with obesity and elderly women in inappropriate outfits which, while amusing, does not an interesting blog make. So I'm going to start doing new things, taking courses, and watching people more. I'll report back and hopefully it will amuse you, or at least be cathartic to me. I'll start with today's findings. May I mention, I wasn't even looking for fucked up/awesome things to write about.
1. The bus. Three children who's parents' jobs clearly don't include dental insurance. Two boys and one girl. Possibly triplets, how disgusting. The boy looked like he was a few degrees short of retarded. The two girls were having thumb wars. Normally, just being ugly wouldn't piss me off. Well, it wouldn't piss me off that much. But they kept saying "one, two, three, four, five, I declare a thumb war!". Five? Ugh. You mongrel bitches.
2. Biking. Biked past topless woman rollerblading.
3. McDonalds. Woman featuring meth-induced facial sores. Her degenerate boyfriend with mullet. An argument ensued in which he was angry because he didn't have enough money, she fired back with: "Well you shouldn't have told me to get whatever I want then!".
4. Walking home. Old lady with beard disgusted me to the point of not even thinking I could keep my diet fucking coke down.
I swear I'm not a bitch.
1 comment:
Yesterday at Starbucks a woman in front of me wearing (let's say) size 10 white capris when she should have been wearing (let's say) size 14 or 16s. She was pregnant, have you. So perhaps I'll give her the benefit of the doubt that she may have been elsewhere while her body was in hormone town gaining a few (lot) pounds. She then proceeded to order a grande 5 pump pumpkin spice late, non fat BUT WITH WHIP (she yelled this). I then laughed as the barristas made 4 or 5 orders (including my own, a venti tea misto, which she ASSumed was hers, and proceeded to FLIP out because it was a venti and god forbid, she 'could never drink that much' and proceeded to have the guy dump half of it out...but he realised it was not her order just in time) ANYWAYS, when the barrista/er? finally made her 5 pump latte, he called it as a 6 pump, most likely because he put 6 in, and the woman literally had steam coming out of her ears... and was like, HOW MANY PUMPS? and the guy was like, uh...six? I ASKED FOR FIVE!!! oh-I meant to call 5, he wimpered. AND SHE WAS LIKE OK THANKS! AAAAAHAHAHAHAA is this funny to anyone other than myself??
-markiana
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