Last night I discovered that in the wrong hands, flash photography and magazine articles can be quite effective weapons.
This morning I realized that I abhor "aesthetically challenged" people who are bitchy. If I have the misfortune of having to converse with one, whose parents obviously lost a bet with God, the least she can do is have a pleasant demeanor to offset the disfigurement cast upon her "face." It's not my fault nature dealt her the ugly gene, but considering I am willing to acknowledge her presence and speak with her, despite the gross malformity that lies above her torso, she should extend the small courtesy of being cordial towards me.
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