Ok, so I really didn't crap my pants yesterday. But I almost did.
About an hour and a half before I was to go home from work yesterday I went out on Market to look for a tastey snack. As I walked past the Starbucks on Market and Front I saw a giant picture of what they called a Carmel Frappacino. I am a carmel whore...and a cheesecake whore, and a cheese whore. Meaning, I can't pass these things up without having some. So I go inside and I order a regular Carmel Frappacino. They quickly correct me and tell me that it's called a Grande'. Whoopty fucking doo, give me a mutherfuckin Grande' ya coffee slangin' beeyotch!
So I get this carmel frappacino even though I am absolutely NOT a coffee drinker. Combine that with the fact that I have a sensitive stomach and I knew what I was in for later on.
I went back to my office and checked on my diaryland buddy list. I click on one of my "buddies" to see if there was anything interesting that I could read, cause I'm nosey like that. What do I find??? Her diary is now on lockdown. Turns out someone found her diary and read the whole thing and things have gotten ugly. The carmel frappacino started percolating in my stomach.
I love reading this particular diary and now it has been ripped from me because some numbnut wants to get fussy over something that was written about him. Hey Beeyotch, why don't you get over your fucking self and take it like a man?!?!?! So someone wrote something about you and everyone in the world got to read about it, big fucking deal. She told the whole fucking diaryland community that you got some sweet lovin' and you want to fucking cry about that? What kind of a little bitch are you?
As you can tell I am still worked up about this. It has been happening too much lately. There are a few other diaries that have been locked because someone close to the person found the diary. And they are diaries that I loved to read.
So this incident combined with the carmel frappacino in my pansy ass stomach was not a good combination. I knew I should have gone to the restroom before leaving work to force the issue but I decided to take my chances and jump on BART.
I went down to the Embarcadero station and it was packed to the gills. Apparently a train was being taken out of service and this was causing half hour delays to the East Bay. Of course this would have to happen at rush hour with my ass about to explode. So I jumped on a train to the Civic Center station hoping that I would be able to catch a Fremont train. My stomach was churning bad. I started sweating and got the shivers. This was not good.
I jumped off of the Fremont train at the Embarcadero station and ran back to my building. In front of me on the escalators to Market Street were these four girls, probably in their late teens. They were yapping away, which was fine...until we got to the top of the escalator. These little twits decided to just stand there at the top of the escalator and chit chat while a major pileup was forming on the escalator of people trying to go about their business. Are people really this fucking stupid that they don't even know how to get off of a goddam escalator. A little kid even knows that when you reach the end of the escalator you keep walking, especially when it's full of people...especially when one of those people is about to unleash something furious.
So when people start asking these little biznatches to move they get all huffy and start talking shit to everyone. I was at the fucking breaking point. I swear I would of given one of those girls a swift kick in the ass if they hadn't of moved by the time I got to the top of the escalator.
I managed to make it to the restroom and take care of business but it was close.
ps: if someone who knows me is reading this diary and doesn't like what I've written or just doesn't like that they are being written about...FUCK YOU!!! This is a diary. I write about everything that happens to me, everything that goes through my retarded little mind, everything I observe. What the fuck else do you think goes in a diary.
8:00 a.m. - 2002-09-18
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