!the BIGGUN hates YOU!
Biggun wants to punch you.
More often that not, I want to hit people. It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing, the people that surround me fill me with the urge to swing my meaty fists. I can be places that I thoroughly enjoy, but the people still make me want to hurt them.
The Concert.
Everyone likes live music, right? Especially when its good music... However, no matter what the band or performer, there are inevitably morons and assholes attending the event. You know, the ones that are all about any chance to socialize -- The jerk-off frat boys that eagerly guzzle $6 beers using daddy's cash until they're so fuckin loud and annoying that you can't help but fantasize about their deaths... and the idiot bimbos who spent 3 hours before the show applying their whore makeup in hopes of picking up one of the mentioned drunken moron frat boys.
Why don't these people just meet up in the parking lot and drop dead..?
The Comic Shop.
I like comics. Any comic thrown my way, I'll read. I like action figures. I like video games. I play Magic: The Gathering. Yes, I'm sort of a geek and I love comic shops.
Even in these establishments, people are guaranteed to piss me off.
You have the fat dork running the cash register that thinks he knows more about everything than anyone in the place... he thinks he's better than you because he's been playing Magic a few years longer. His breath still smells like ranch doritos.
And there's the mean mother bringing her little teenage nerd son in to spend his allowance... she looks down her nose at everyone in the place, including her own fucking kid.
OH! and I mustn't forget the evil girlfriend who enters with her boyfriend even though she'd rather be one of the whores annoying me at a concert. The way she rolls her eyes at everything the poor dude says makes me want to pluck those glistening orbs from her vile skull and feed them to the jackass behind the counter and the bitch that hates her kid.
As if it isn't bad enough that the places that I like are chock full of dumb fucks, the place that I hate are fucking swarming with the bastards.
The Workplace.
Work sucks. It's not supposed to be enjoyable, but it could at least be tolerable.
Everyone (I assume) has some damned co-worker that screws up everything he or she does. That's not so bad unless you work where I do and end up having to fix everything the retard destroys... and you can't explain anything to the fool and expect them to retain the information.
As bad as idiotic co-workers are, idiotic administration is even worse. No matter how hard you try to explain things to the assholes, they refuse to understand -- or even listen. They wait for you to stop talking and then spew administrative jargon that has nothing to do with anything you've just spent several minutes trying to tell them.
The shit you put up with at work makes you want to quit, but you know that the next job will be just as bad (or worse) and you can't go on a disgruntled shooting spree because that only leads to prison if you don't do the murder/suicide thing.
Maybe everyone feels the way I do... maybe only a couple of people...
or maybe I'm just a hateful bitch...
and it's probably the latter.
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Also...
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"I want to be rich."
I said
not really expecting
an answer of any kind
"What do you do?"
she asked me
which really wasn't
an answer
yet
"What do you mean?"
She told me I write --
I should write
for a living --
I laughed heartily.
"I said I want to be rich, dude."
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That's it, yo.
Werd.
--Sara T. Biggun
