No trip to one of those drugstores is ever complete without the saleswomen asking me, "Girl ah, woot euw like to try this new pimple cream? See euw got big pimple on yor face there, euw know?"

My face has got an ego of itself too, but these folks simply can't be bothered.

Previously · I've this big problem with my face. Really.

Everyone knows that eating is our national pastime. You can find people traversing this island each and every day in search of superb food. I just didn't know we had to eat while travelling too. Yesterday i was on the bus with a bunch of young stinkfarts (read: schoolchildren) who were having the picnic of their lives. They were munching ice cream, french fries, and whatnots on board. Anyone with common sense knows that eating ice cream on a hot day will reduce it to a fugly mess.

If i were in my shitty mood i would have marched right up there and told them off. Since i was in my plain lousy mood i cussed silently under my breath, wishing that they would have non-existent waistlines very soon.

Someone oughta teach these kids some manners.