i was meandering down the street wondering what i should put in the anniversary card i bought for the CG when a hygienically challenged guy stopped me, complimented me on my hair and asked me for money. i don't have spare money. i'm a secretary who loves snowboarding, travelling and having something in the bank for retirement, and works hard to ensure these dreams are fulfilled. so i said "sorry" and carried on my merry way. however instead of being allowed to continue my anniversary card thoughts i was sent down the street with a herald of insults interspersed with the F-word. how the hell am i supposed to think of romantic card filler while i am being humiliated on a busy street? some people have no consideration.
1:36 p.m. - October 14, 2003
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