2001-10-25 + 7:46 p.m.

The bus dropped me off way out of my way because they cahnged the routes agains and didn't see fit to inform anyone. This meant that I had to stroll through the beautiful Yale campus. I love how when you walk down that street not wearing a Yale sweatshirt noone moves over to let you through. They get snippy if you say excuse me. I think they believe they are these supreme beings for which all of Elm Street exists. This not only applies to the sidewalks but to the street on which cars drive as well. Never ever will you see a Yalie look before crossing. Never will you see them wait for a crosswalk. Oh no. To them traffic must come to a halt so that they can cross to get to their all important class to study poverty. I can show you poverty for a dollar. A dollar will buy a ride down Congress or Davenport. It's all around New Haven. Just leave the ivy covered nest every now and again.

I'm bitter towards Yale. They closed my favorite coffee place.

The Daily had this air around it. Scented with coffee and filled with coversations ranging from punk rock music to current events. After a fight with Mom and her crackhead boyfriend I would escape to the Daily for a bowl of lentil soup and a steaming mug of vanilla cappucino. I would linger for a few hours talking to Gary about music or picking on this kid that I hated (but in a good way). I got drunk outside during the 3rd annual beer day festivaties.

I hate Yale....

So this guy came into my other job at the cleaners with this shirt that he spilled hot sauce on and proceded to point out every small little splatter. He drove me nuts as he was talking to me for about twenty minutes. This shirt had in fact seen better days in oh perhaps '86. It was falling apart and there were spots that were extremly threadbare. I wanted to tell him that the hotsauce was doing him a favor and that his poor shirt was crying out to him to be let go. To be put in the trash and be saved from a further life of shame by enduring another wearing.

When I finally got home I had to call other job at the mall to make sure noone was setting it on fire and to make sure noone was bothering anyone.

I'd like to set it on fire sometimes but with the amount of vinyl in there we'd all die from the chemical fumes.

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