dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- recipe for human hand-grenade Take one moderately happy, relaxed, and sun-brightened human fresh from a glorious weekend. Put her through a half a night's insomnia and four hours of sleep. (Welcome Sunday night!!!) Force unrested human to awaken earlier than she usually has to. On a Monday. Have the alarm tuned to a station blathering boring news about the impending election. Douse victim with caffeine. Compound caffeine's jittery effects by adding one grande-size coffee frappucino (the intention here is to make the victim feel like she is receiving a treat before she must start her day) Send human into a meeting in which one BOMB-ASS-TIC GRANDIOSE male PONTIFICATES and POUNDS THE TABLE endlessly. (Oh my god, this guy is so annoying. Soooooooooo annoying.) Make the meeting last hours longer than it needs to because all the females present indulge Mr. BOMB-ASS-TIC, not wishing to injure his precious ego. Send victim reeling home in 92 degree heat on a bus. Indulge her desire for a second frap of the day. (Mistake but are you going to argue at this point?) The grenade is now ready. P.S. How do women put up with men who are loud and aggressive like this? I would go stark raving homicidally mad after one day? I've met his wife and she seems pleasant...how does she stand him? Good lord. 5:02 p.m. - 21 June 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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