rambling

so i know i've got bitter waitress cdefg etc. in me as i'm working ridiculous hours at the moment. but! an aside. first thanks so much to the friendly blogging community outta p.g. and north. has lessened my doubt significantly. i'm sorry i haven't commented on many pieces but i assure you i am, have been for quite some time, reading your work.

now on to an entirely unrelated topic. grocery store etiquette. in my mind there is such a thing. i know i'm only one person, shopping for one so my needs may look a lot less magnificient, but honestly! must those with enormous carts be so rude? i'm sure there are plenty of nice, curteous families that really do let others pass in the very spacious aisles, so where they hell are they when i'm at superstore? a five item stop in turned into a 20 minute process b/c of poor form when it comes not consuming the whole freaking store. my little bro just started working at saveon which IS grossly overpriced but i must admit i am a fan of being able to ask any one of 20 employees milling about where i can find... say, cheese clothe? no, no. i've given up on that endeavour. nevertheless it still makes me laugh.

more to come... especially for b.w.
cheers.

(b) bitter waitress

tonight a pat on the arm turns into a crushing embrace i cannot escape.
fine fine... until i catch him pantless on the patio. pathetic whisky dick deflated w/ a pair of prunes for balls in the st(r)eam of rain. virtually impossible to get him out when his tab consists of several rounds for the entire pub.