alexandraaah
tangential
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- Mar 16, 2001
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I had to renew my license. Normally, the pain and suffering associated with that alone would be enough to frustrate me into a tizzy, and it actually did. But that's not the issue at hand.
Due to flooding, I had to drive out to the general area where I grew up. My license was over a year expired so I needed to retake the road test. That's still not the issue.
The fucking snotnose little brats that inhabit that place. That's the issue. They're there just cause they don't like the original picture on their license. They're there with their nose jobs that were given prematurely on their snotty little faces, and I could tell you the doctor based on the nose job, as they all rotate among the same two or three for their rhinoplasty.
They're talking in an accent that is literally indigenous to this ONE area; it's nothing but annoying nasality that's like a constant nagging on your eardrum. They're talking too loudly while chomping their gum and running their french manicured fingers through their $400 highlights on their oversized heads.
They're twirling their french manicured toenails in their Prada sandals while clutching their Louis Vitton handbags. Gross.
So very gross. They're at that age where they're graduating from brat to bitch and the impending bitch to cunt transition is close enough to smell. I scan the room and mentally bond with the loner girl in the corner wearing a Big Black t-shirt.
Snotnose #1 glances back at me and forces her heavily shadowed eyes and overly lined lips into my space. She gives me a snotfucky once-over and cracks her gum at me.
I glare, as though I'm doing her a favor. As if to say, "Get used to it, snotfuck, you won't always have a vanity plate on your brand new BMW."
But she probably will.
Yes, I know everyone's life has value but this is a fucking rant and could be oh-so-much worse.
Due to flooding, I had to drive out to the general area where I grew up. My license was over a year expired so I needed to retake the road test. That's still not the issue.
The fucking snotnose little brats that inhabit that place. That's the issue. They're there just cause they don't like the original picture on their license. They're there with their nose jobs that were given prematurely on their snotty little faces, and I could tell you the doctor based on the nose job, as they all rotate among the same two or three for their rhinoplasty.
They're talking in an accent that is literally indigenous to this ONE area; it's nothing but annoying nasality that's like a constant nagging on your eardrum. They're talking too loudly while chomping their gum and running their french manicured fingers through their $400 highlights on their oversized heads.
They're twirling their french manicured toenails in their Prada sandals while clutching their Louis Vitton handbags. Gross.
So very gross. They're at that age where they're graduating from brat to bitch and the impending bitch to cunt transition is close enough to smell. I scan the room and mentally bond with the loner girl in the corner wearing a Big Black t-shirt.
Snotnose #1 glances back at me and forces her heavily shadowed eyes and overly lined lips into my space. She gives me a snotfucky once-over and cracks her gum at me.
I glare, as though I'm doing her a favor. As if to say, "Get used to it, snotfuck, you won't always have a vanity plate on your brand new BMW."
But she probably will.
Yes, I know everyone's life has value but this is a fucking rant and could be oh-so-much worse.
