...I made it official: I hate winter. Yes, it's true. I've held winter in the highest regards for as long as I can remember; you may even say it was my favorite season. This past winter, however, has seen a significant decline in my resistance to the cold--which, may or may not have something to do with my inability to dress in weather-appropriate layers--and, so, I reiterate loud and clear enough for everyone to hear: Enough winter. Enough.
...while buying coffee, I saw a man diligently scraping off layers of buttercream frosting from his cupcake. I bit my lip and fought the urge to tell him that taking the frosting off of his morning cupcake wouldn't change the fact that he was having a cupcake for breakfast.
...even though I was standing within reasonable distance of the door open button, I only made the lamest show of reaching for it as a poor woman, weighed down by bags, ran frantically for the elevator. I had no intentions of opening the door for her, probably because I'm mostly impatient and always in a mad rush. I absolutely don't feel the guilt gnawing away at my innards.
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yea. i'm ready for spring myself...
and sometimes its okay to not try so hard to be nice to everyone around you.
=)
I like how you constantly and arrogantly preach to others not to judge you for your lifestyle boyfreind, being a vegetarian etc etc. turning even the slightest question into an attack. So fucking what if some asshole wants to scrape the frosting off of a cupcake. Who are you to judge.
Also, not opening a door for someone in need is just the ultimate in selfeshness.
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