I Hate Everything Too

I'm sick of Carson City. I'm sick of the Carson Plaza. I'm sick of Mary Henderson living above me with her husband and two dogs (actually, I never hear them really but I'm still sick of it). I'm sick of being told things that only Carson Citonians believe like "black babies don't bruise" or "your people don't know prejudice like my white ancestors do." I'm pretty sick of law enforcement mocking me about racial profiling as if I'm a race monger when in actuality, they are mostly bully, ignorant red necks who know profiling exists but can't quite see why its wrong. Ladies and gentleman, I am Grumpy Smurf.


With all that said, I am thrilled to have been a part of this whole circus. It will be painfully difficult to go back to my normal job. It will NOT be painfully difficult to move back home to my house where my mother does not live. It will NOT be painfully difficult to spend some time with the doggies. It will NOT be painfullyh difficult to go to Rosarito with the fellas or on a cruise to Mexico. Well, it might be painful at times, but it will be fun.

I think I want to run for office. No, I know I want to someday. Just not sure when or where. You can't . . . well, I can't just partipate from an arm's distance and not want to dive in deeper. WHAT AM I SAYING? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?? I'm in hell and I'm talking about intentionally moving to the more hot part of hell. It's a sickness people, a sickness.

By the way, FOA, buy some of those stylish classical dancer shoes and you will smile all the time. Well, they weren't exactly stylish . . . nor classical. . . . and I don't think she was even really a dancer. . . and you will probably frown while wearing them . . . nevermind. The thought was funny for a second.

I love Hazel the lobbyist. I don't know where that came from. I don't even know her. But she just walked by. I've heard she's pretty anti man. Not lesbian, but anti man, bitter, angry, Stella hasn't gotten her grove back yet, diary of an angry black woman kind of anti man. You know, the whole "to the left, to the left" Biance bandwagon sort of thing.

Joe Turco is a moron I think. He just wandered onto the floor, presumably not wearing his tag so the police didn't recognize it and tackle him like the dufus he is. That would have been fun to watch. Anyway, he went to speak with Munford, knocked Munford's sign on to his desk, spilled his coffee on Munford's newspaper, kept talking while Munford scrambled to not get coffee on himself, and then walked away waving like he was a friggin prom queen. A moron, I think.

What is Orenschall always doing that he's in a hurry with lots of things in his hands, sweating? I love the guy. Afterall, he's a lawyer in training, and he goes to Boyd, and to be honest, even when he was mad at me for something the county made me do, he has been super nice to me. He's just always in a hurry. I guess he's just got stuff to do and we need to not get in his way. He's about the most genuinely nice guy I've ever known.

No offense DTS. You're not genuinely nice. Nor am I, although I can manage to give that impression easier than you. By the way, speaking of being genuinely nice, DTS helped a brutha out when he was flustered today. I felt like a 2nd grader having his hand held while being walked to the little boys room. It helped though . . . thanks!

Wait, I'm supposed to be Grumpy Smurf. I have a headache, and have an increasingly hard time getting up in the morning. It could be wine at D'Vine's every other night. I'm starting to despise that place too. ARGHHH! The same ol places every other day! It's killing me. I can sum it up in one word.

BALLS.

jmf