creamygoodness

Lesson for the day:

So apparently trying to explain to two 7-year-old white boys that yelling 'YES MY BLOOD! YES MY NIGGA!' to each other across a crowded library is wrong is really awkward. Especially when you're not sure whether they honestly don't know what they're doing or they're fucking with you. Who knew?



Yes ladies and gents, it's been a good long while, hasn't it? It's been pretty much the same old since the last update. I did, however, get to go see WWE at the O2 Dome. That was fun, it's amazing how it can make you feel like a 12-year-old kid again. Unfortunately I was silly enough to mention that I'd been to see the wrestling to a woman who comes into the library where I work to download lots and lots of pictures of Randy Orton. She once told me that she knew Randy was a bad man, but that he just needed some Jesus in his life and she could set him straight. Anyhow, I told her I'd gone to see them while they were in the UK and she just flipped her shit, started almost yelling how unfair it was that I had gotten to see them before she did and left the library after telling all the other staff how incredibly unfair it was that I'd gone to see the wrestling when she was a MUCH bigger fan and I'd gotten to see 'her Randy'. Hmm. So that was fun.

Also, I had a near-miss with the Bad Bus Man today as I was leaving work to go to a meeting. I was walking to the bus stop and could see him ahead of me on the street, he'd accosted someone and I could only hear snatches of conversation, but I'm pretty sure I heard the phrase 'Because I've got all these mental powers, y'know?' and damn near ran past him while his back was turned, throwing his victima sympathetic look. I didn't have any particular desire to get trapped in another conversation about how in the future we will all leave each other psychic answerphone messages with our brains because telepathy 'is the in thing with the kids these days'.