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My So Called Summer – Part 1 – Riding the HOV Down Memory Lane
September is coming to a close, and it has been almost two months since I have had any meaningful communication with someone who used to be dear.
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Parking? We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Parking!
Thanks to some idiot planner, the contractor chosen for the college’s parking lot project, chose this lowest bid which resulted in this major project to take place during the first week(s?) of Fall classes. As a result, parking and driving on campus has become an exercise in futility. What the fuck were they thinking? The signs for an epic failure were all there if anybody bothered to look.
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The Plague of Stupid Continues…
When I think of all the wasted effort I made in carefully selecting a seat in lab away from the international house of banana-heads that comprised my previous table in lecture, it makes me want to shake my fists in fury toward the sky and scream like Spock in Star Trek: Into Darkness: KHAN!!!
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Pump Your Brakes
Recently I needed to have my truck fixed. It so happened that the tow truck driver who arrived for my roadside assistance knew a guy who could fix it for cheap, and more importantly, do the repair that afternoon. Great!
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Eeyore Quit Calling Me…
There is nothing less worthy of dedicating my morning commute to than bitching about first world problems. I must have the face of a therapist because I seem to attract people with problems. Which isn’t usually an issue until I get the happy sucked out of my morning commute by an Eeyore who calls me just to complain incessantly about some garbage that really isn’t that much of an issue.
