2002-10-11 :: 5:04 a.m.
Bad Ronald

I'm in a funk.  I just don't care.  About anything.

I've really been picking my legs.  

At breakfast this morning Kevin stared at my left leg and said 'that's starting to look awful.  You have weeping sores.  I'm going to start calling you Catherine of Sienna.'

I'm not doing my chores and I havn't paid my store bills or done my sales tax.  I keep waiting for the IRS lady to come in and flash her badge at me again.

And I just hate people.  Hate them.  The physical ones in front of me.  Customers.  Which is dumb.  And I think they can tell.

I have colorful dice in the window display, I bought them in Paris and I have them strewn around the shoes.  Pretty.  I was smart this time.  I dragged a big set of shelves in front of the window so people couldn't fiddle w/my stuff.  Some dingdong comes in and says 'So you are selling dice now ?'

I literally sneered at her and didn't answer.  I mean, my lip went into an Elvis sneer.  She got flustered and said 'oh, I guess those are decoration.'

Then when she was looking around, she starts fiddling w/my mirrors on the wall.  She felt my baleful stare and said 'I really like your mirrors.' and I answered 'So you like just about everything in here but what is actually for sale.'  

She amscraed shortly after and I can't say I blame her.  I was rude.  But I hated her w/a burning hot passion and it felt good to say that shit.