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Dec. 21st, 2024 10:40 amWe were at the groceria yesterday. Erica was in the meat department and I was checking out the premade salads. (it’s the perfect combo. I enjoy a tasty salad and I am lazy.) Several feet from me were three BubbleaHeads, all of them of the blonde variety. They were all holding Roma tomatoes, comparing them to Lord only knows what (#1–‘Mmm i like’em this big’ “2-“That’s too big. I need them to fit in my my hand”).
No premade were on sale but I opened the cooler door anyways. Perhaps to grab some shredded lettuce but perhaps to not have to hear the BubbleHeads. I pulled my head out and to my horror a 4th approaches.. “Hey bitches” (Ed. note-'hey bitches' is a greeting common amongst BubbleHeads in a feigned attempt to show the same 'street cred' held by young AA and PR women. It's usage fails miserably and only highlights more the socio-economic divide. Instead of projecting strength it warns people of approaching spoiled white shits) Several moments of teenage girl shrieking ensued. Instinctively, perhaps triggered by the survival techniques of Dads of the past, I shoved my head back into the cooler and counted to ten. I peeked my head out and unfortunately they are still there, now arguing Beckys dislike of sushi. The just arrived ‘Head said “Sushi is an all-American meal’’ Something deep and black within me convince me to lean forward and ask “Are you sure about that?” She looked at me with abject disgust. She now had to speak with someone her parents age and nothing could be as insulting to her. “Yaaaaaah. Just like pizza!” I grunted, turned to grab my shopping cart and got out of the salad section. I found Erica still in the meat department.
I have not really spoken about here but since I left the hospital I have been saddled with 12 or 13 prescriptions. I choke down on average 18 pills a day. Over the last few weeks the side effects have gotten unbearable. I am against drug use of this sort so this makes me a hypocrite big-time (drug use where you purchase your inventory in a dark alley in a Puerto Rican neighborhood on a Friday night from a guy named Cheech I am 100% OK with.) One issue I am suffering from is not being able to differentiate real life from sleep life. I doze off and have vivid dreams all day long. If I am confronted with an unentertaining five minutes I will be asleep but fully aware of everything around me.
I tell you that to tell you this. I had a run-in with BubbleHeads yesterday. I also fell asleep on Da Cripple Bus . I damn near snoozed off during my doctor appointment. I am not 100% sure if my bubblehead interaction was legit or if I were dozed off somewhere. The truth is the drugs may be having a negative affect on me but at least they’re producing some good ass stories for LJ.
No premade were on sale but I opened the cooler door anyways. Perhaps to grab some shredded lettuce but perhaps to not have to hear the BubbleHeads. I pulled my head out and to my horror a 4th approaches.. “Hey bitches” (Ed. note-'hey bitches' is a greeting common amongst BubbleHeads in a feigned attempt to show the same 'street cred' held by young AA and PR women. It's usage fails miserably and only highlights more the socio-economic divide. Instead of projecting strength it warns people of approaching spoiled white shits) Several moments of teenage girl shrieking ensued. Instinctively, perhaps triggered by the survival techniques of Dads of the past, I shoved my head back into the cooler and counted to ten. I peeked my head out and unfortunately they are still there, now arguing Beckys dislike of sushi. The just arrived ‘Head said “Sushi is an all-American meal’’ Something deep and black within me convince me to lean forward and ask “Are you sure about that?” She looked at me with abject disgust. She now had to speak with someone her parents age and nothing could be as insulting to her. “Yaaaaaah. Just like pizza!” I grunted, turned to grab my shopping cart and got out of the salad section. I found Erica still in the meat department.
I have not really spoken about here but since I left the hospital I have been saddled with 12 or 13 prescriptions. I choke down on average 18 pills a day. Over the last few weeks the side effects have gotten unbearable. I am against drug use of this sort so this makes me a hypocrite big-time (drug use where you purchase your inventory in a dark alley in a Puerto Rican neighborhood on a Friday night from a guy named Cheech I am 100% OK with.) One issue I am suffering from is not being able to differentiate real life from sleep life. I doze off and have vivid dreams all day long. If I am confronted with an unentertaining five minutes I will be asleep but fully aware of everything around me.
I tell you that to tell you this. I had a run-in with BubbleHeads yesterday. I also fell asleep on Da Cripple Bus . I damn near snoozed off during my doctor appointment. I am not 100% sure if my bubblehead interaction was legit or if I were dozed off somewhere. The truth is the drugs may be having a negative affect on me but at least they’re producing some good ass stories for LJ.