sovay | My heart and I agree, I'm irate

Current Music: God Is My Co-Pilot, "Totally Wired"

My heart and I agree, I'm irate

And tonight on our way back from the MFA

spatch had to get between me and a violent drunk who was screaming that God was going to fuck me up because I wouldn't flirt with him.

All together now:

LET HIM DIE, AND SHE MAY NOT CONVERSE WITH HIM BEHIND A FENCE.

Threaded | Flat

ARRGH
I wish I could think of something more eloquent to type.

A phalanx of the Amoraim between you and him.

If only a giant shoebill would pick him up and throw him:

Hisssssssssssssss.

F*cking hell.

I kind of want to sticker "LET HIM DIE, AND SHE MAY NOT CONVERSE WITH HIM BEHIND A FENCE" all over the city.

My immediate response is OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE, but, uh.

Anyway ARGH and HSSSSSS, and may he step on a thousand legos barefoot, and may each of them imprint STOP BEING AN ENTITLED BULLY AND TREAT EVERYBODY ELSE LIKE A HUMAN BEING DAMMIT on the soles of his feet until he gets the message and shapes up.

May the fleas of a thousand camels infest his armpits!!

LET HIM DIE AND SHE MAY NOT CONVERSE WITH HIM BEHIND A FENCE

Because dead men can't cat call.

Ugh, I'm sorry that shit happened, but I'm glad that spatch was with you.

I love that we have a tribal version of "YOUNG MAN, I THINK YOU'RE DYIN'." And it doesn't end in green briar.

I am so sorry that happened to you but actually glad I wasn't there, because I will ride the white-passing-soft-lady bus to No Assault Convictiontown with glee lately.

LET HIM DIE

Ugh. Argh. Fie. I seem to only have one word expressions of disgust here.

I'm sorry you had to deal with that.

AMEN.

Oh for --

Argh. ARGH ARGH ARGH. So sorry you had to experience that.

This makes me angry. I'm sorry other passengers didn't intervene to help.

had to get between me and a violent drunk who was screaming that God was going to fuck me up because I wouldn't flirt with him.

urgh, I'm so sorry you had to put up with that.

ARGH.

Also: LET HIM DIE, etc.

And one more sympathetic aargh from me.

LET HIM DIE. And also a pox on his house. I'm sorry you had to deal with this bastard. *big hugs if okay*

GAAAHHHH. I'm so sorry. I find myself not so much caroling as growling, "LET HIM DIE LET HIM DIE LET HIM DIE" to the tune of "Let It Snow, which, no, but take it as solidarity.

P.