The balls on this lady.

The owner of this store - ugh - it's so crazy.  She totally freaked out on me - okay - I'm over it I guess.  It's just she talks to me like I am a complete idiot and it's so rude - it's so fucking rude.  She just is so frazzled and then loses it.  What is really enraging is that she knew this guy was coming for the air conditioners and - okay I'm not doing this - I'm tired.  I want to go home.  I'm going to read this play right now.  Exhausted suddenly - it's getting overcast.  I took the night off from the comedy club so I can be ready to get some pictures taken tomorrow.  But it's going to rain - ugh.  Anyway - this is annoying - I hate being here trapped in this small space, not being creative and having some wacko yell at me because I didn't know I was supposed to tell the air guy something when SHE was supposed to be here.  She actually said "You weren't LISTENING to us yesterday??"  The private conversation you were having with someone else facing the other direction and NOT speaking to me?  No - I couldn't hear you and YOU weren't talking to me.  So fucking rude.  Ha and the guy left some of his ladder stuff here.  Annoying.  UGh - and then it scares me - I need this job.  Do I?  Yes - I do.  Okay - whatever - trapped.  I feel trapped.  I was to eat a gallon of Americone Dream and just lay there, get laid and lay there more, get a massage, get laid again, snuggle, potato chips, more Americone Dream, get laid ONE more time and sleeeep after a bath.  GREAT I'LL TAKE IT.  Teacher my teacher, my gorgeous, gorgeous teacher who wears undershirts.  Who wears undershirts besides old guys?  He's so fucking hot.  WHOA.  WHOAAAA.  Ha - made me smile.  GOOD FOR ME AND MY LOINS.  Bye Bluebie!!