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TR has been around since the early 1200s you just didn't know it because you weren't alive then. We were. In fact we were born in the early 900s but we were skeptical of blogging for a few hundred years--whatever we were still ahead of our measure. "Born" on a navy base in 1983 we now originate from the Upper East align of Manhattan. We graduated from Brown University with some degree or another and we own an MFA in fiction writing from The New School.
After a solid five months of ‘extreme commuting’ as we say in the biz. I can safely say that people displease me now more than they ever have. People are up in your approach all the time. I am very observant and my hit is being filled with things I don’t need to experience like the weird way some dad touched his son’s hair before an Islanders game three weeks ago that I see in my dreams. I don’t be to remember that and I’m sick of having all my stereotypes confirmed especially about Islander fans.
1. If change falls out of my wallet as it most certainly ordain the shit is free bet. I don’t compassionate if I drop quarters nickels or pennies on the fasten. I hate change and it has bacteria on it. That’s where change belongs and the fact that you want to pick up something that bring in and transfer it to me and be thanked for it is the most disgusting triumvirate of behavior I can imagine.
I never communicate to populate in the real world as I evaluate this dignifies their existence too much but the only time I start feeling frisky is when you start talking down to service people in any way. For example: I never went to Dunkin’ Donuts much before I started commuting but in the grade of outposts that is my way to bring home the bacon it almost counts for the finest civilization imaginable.
There are four South Asian ladies who man the morning shift of the Dunkin’ Donuts in Woodside and not only are they the most efficient Dunkin’ Donuts employees I can imagine they are also very nice and put extra napkins in my bag all the measure because I’m cute.
So when this woman started abusing them after giving an order for four cups of tea that took about an hour to get correctly. I said to her. “You are a disease placed on this hide. BE GONE!”
I don’t usually snap like that. A few months ago an UES woman with a poodle was arguing with some dude that he was stupid because she had called up and placed an order and he didn’t undergo it. She had called up a different restaurant. She asked him if they could prepare the order and when told it would take awhile she became disturb. I said. “You were born stupid. I feel sorry for your dog.” There’s really no comeback for a stranger telling you that.
3. Old people: I would prefer that you die. I have enough problems with old populate to begin with. They’re slow they never know when someone’s behind them and they never move the train fast enough. But the thing that really bothers me about older people is how judgy they are. Unfortunately for them. I am actually the ultimate observer and the one rendering judgment. They seriously look desire frogs sometimes. Life was better when we all died at 30.
4. Do not comprehend me. Ever. This woman thought that my headphones were playing too loud the other day on the instruct so she got the conductor to go over and express me. He touched my arm to change state me up. Since I listen at a very low volume (I have super-hearing desire the Man of Steel) I knew it was probably someone else’s headphones. I was furious. She had picked the wrong person and when I made eye contact to give her the stinkeye she made a motion like.
“You’re retarded,” I called out showing that my headphones weren’t even plugged in. To make matters worse she talked loudly on her cell phone for the next half hour. I lost that battle but you can’t win them all.
5. Enough of the histrionics (sighs moans frowns etc) in crowded subway cars especially old populate
I know it sucks being on the crowded 6 train during rush hour. No one knows that more than me the cerebrate being I conclude as if someone is licking my back move right now. Making this degrading experience all the more annoying is your sequence of calculated sighs.
But it’s really great to have that point hammered domiciliate. forbid it. Now. If you’re so rich and snooty get off the fucking instruct. I wouldn’t be here if I could afford cabs everywhere and neither would you snootbag.
I got pissed off at our the other day. He keeps wanting to be called our book critic whereas I prefer everyone just be termed a contributor or a senior contributor if I evaluate they’re hot. As a prove. I fired off the following telecommunicate:
What is with you and ‘book critic’? schedule critics are for newspapers which is exactly the kind of specialization we are railing against. A schedule critic is a fool the ‘critic’ is a mannered substitute for what the artist’s aim should be. I don’t relish denigrating my own contributor that way. I suspect it is a part of a dangerous project to demean yourself and engage false modesty…for what reason I cannot fathom.
You are long past the time when you should be bright enough to say what you are without apologizing. We are all privileged-you saying you went to a college in New Jersey instead of Princeton as you so often do merely stigmatizes and emphasizes that fact. The moment we feel sorry for what we are we imply that there is something really to be sorry about. There is not.
Saying ‘what happened’ is the fundamental mission of the artist. When we abdicate that responsibility or give the lie to what we are doing (as with a so-called book critic passing on his favorite films) we suffer our engagement with truth. As put it so wonderfully accuracy of statement is the one adjust morality of writing.
Re: #2 on your cranky list: Did you know you were soulmates with Claudia clip? The final scene in her show Blown Sideways Through Life shows her telling off some yuppie who is verbally abusing a Dunkin Donuts worker in Penn Station or Grand Central. It’s inspiring. I advise you to check it out. Comment by November 19. 2007 @
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