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Things didn't get interesting until I reached the used CD store. I saw my previous boss and got shit-scared. But kept my cool. Fortunately, he kept his distance, but I can only imagine he'll be his usual slimy self...
But much to my surprise, I stumbled on a song that I had been trying to find since 1992. :eyes: "Hold Me" by Fleetwood Mac. I bought the disc; a "best of" compilation... Along with the 20th century masters collection for Three Dog Night.
I then went to the bookstore. Here's where it gets more interesting. I decided to look for the relationship section. I find the general area and turn around; the first section I find, in big letters, reads "Death and dying". I saw the books "Final Exit" and "Survivors of Suicide" and made them prominent. I turned around and found "Dating for Dummies". The very first page I turn to is that page that says "If the person uses "I-" often, they're self-absorbed. Yuck." Well, I knew there and then that rules me out the running.)
Feeling sickened by witlessly tripping into the "Death" section, for which my heart sank, I left...
Filled up with gass 2 miles from home.
1 mile from home, this jerkwad fucker who'd been at the stop light somehow thought the light turned green (it hadn't) and starts LEISURELY puttering forward as if he's got nothing else better to do. I nearly got into a very nasty accident; I hope the fucker drives off a nearby cliff.
Still, I'm home. Whee.
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