Hey there, Mister Hindu, merry fuckin' Christmas

[cyrano]

Today is obviously some sort of convention for StupidHeads here at work. My foul mood continues to grow and swell, like some sort of choler red and bile green bloated Christmas cancer.
To assuage my fermenting hatred, Gilead's balm to my burning rage, I am repeatedly filling out the Chase-Manhattan phishing spam with addresses like the Mission District police station.

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[phillipalden.livejournal.com]

We'll be flying out of SFO later tonight, so for one evening at least, "we share your pain." The holidays are a crappy time in most public spaces so I imagine the airport must be a special level of hell.