kill: (admiral jerk)
( Dec. 10th, 2008 05:20 pm)
Scene this morning in the elevator, as I am arriving at school to take a final.

Old lady: We're all going to the Plaza! [sees me hit G for the ground floor, which is where the cafe and the supplies stand are located, sneers.] Oh. You're going to get food.
Me: Nope, just need coffee and a blue book for my exam...
Old lady: Oh, well that's much better. [Looks me up and down.] Good luck with your test.

The fuck? So what if I am going for food? At 7:30 in the morning on the day of a final, what, am I not allowed to eat fucking breakfast?

Newsflash to the world: Yeah, I'm fat, but that still means I have to eat every day. It's not like I store sandwiches on my hips and fruit in my boobs and wrap spaghetti around my arms under my skin. Body doesn't work that way, idiots.

Some people's grandmas. Sheesh.

Of course, I don't even know why I felt the need to explain myself. I always think of things to say too late.


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