Dear Unwashed Geekish Man Masses

It is not open season on Lissa.

You shall cease and desist your creepy moves. They are not sweet, they are not suave, they are down right CREEPY.

You shall not lean over and sniff my hair loudly like you're snorting coke and then declare my hair smells nice. I'm glad it smells nice, in fact I'm rather proud of the fact that my hair and me smell better than you and your unwashed self.

But I didn't invite you to snort my hair, I didn't even invite you to talk to me. I was actually trying to work, do my job and earn money. I'm sorry that you interpretted my half hearted small talk of two hours ago about how much I hated this survey as some proclamation of love or something. When I ignored your little animal noises and staring at me for an hour like a piece of veal you should have figured out that sniffing my hair was not the right move. And when I gibber the lyrics of Pink Floyd the Wall under my breath thats not a good sign.

And you wonder why I now avoid you like the f-ing plague.

( more problems...whee )

So if you are unwashed and seem uninterested in my opinions, hobbies, interests and just want to gape at me like a piece of meat or what have you I have a few choice words for you.

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU VAPID REJECTS OF SOCIETY

Dear Unwashed Geekish Man Masses

It is not open season on Lissa.

You shall cease and desist your creepy moves. They are not sweet, they are not suave, they are down right CREEPY.

You shall not lean over and sniff my hair loudly like you're snorting coke and then declare my hair smells nice. I'm glad it smells nice, in fact I'm rather proud of the fact that my hair and me smell better than you and your unwashed self.

But I didn't invite you to snort my hair, I didn't even invite you to talk to me. I was actually trying to work, do my job and earn money. I'm sorry that you interpretted my half hearted small talk of two hours ago about how much I hated this survey as some proclamation of love or something. When I ignored your little animal noises and staring at me for an hour like a piece of veal you should have figured out that sniffing my hair was not the right move. And when I gibber the lyrics of Pink Floyd the Wall under my breath thats not a good sign.

And you wonder why I now avoid you like the f-ing plague.

( more problems...whee )

So if you are unwashed and seem uninterested in my opinions, hobbies, interests and just want to gape at me like a piece of meat or what have you I have a few choice words for you.

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU VAPID REJECTS OF SOCIETY

This isn't Right

I am now at the library at the tiny downstairs machines, and I find myself unable to go upstairs for fear of being spotted and followed by creepy man. Not fear really, more in loathing of having to put up with him.

This is not right, I should not be uneasy about hanging around the library. I should not have to change my routine and route and such to avoid being seen. I have as much a right to be in the library as he does. He however seems to think he has the right to be creepy towards me.

I just...I'm too tired to even contemplate going up there and finding him there. I'm also trying to think of the nicest way to tell him to leave me alone.

I really should screw this polite-ness shit and make him meet the boots. The boots haven't been properly christened yet, I was saving the privledge in case anyone messed with me at Oni-Con (which btw, I'm debating about wearing a burka to at this rate). But I can change my plans.

This isn't Right

I am now at the library at the tiny downstairs machines, and I find myself unable to go upstairs for fear of being spotted and followed by creepy man. Not fear really, more in loathing of having to put up with him.

This is not right, I should not be uneasy about hanging around the library. I should not have to change my routine and route and such to avoid being seen. I have as much a right to be in the library as he does. He however seems to think he has the right to be creepy towards me.

I just...I'm too tired to even contemplate going up there and finding him there. I'm also trying to think of the nicest way to tell him to leave me alone.

I really should screw this polite-ness shit and make him meet the boots. The boots haven't been properly christened yet, I was saving the privledge in case anyone messed with me at Oni-Con (which btw, I'm debating about wearing a burka to at this rate). But I can change my plans.

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So far this week I have been:

Approached by two creepy guys, faced three smelly ones

Been tardy to class four times

Got a set of flier copies done at Kinko's sadly the guy was having a bad day and took all the grays out. Didn't have the heart to correct him, he looked about as bad as I've felt all week.

Did lots of little things to a lot of pieces, so not much got finished.

Eaten two frightening pieces of pizza, and some moldy cheese.

Got my left hand all hurting and still plowed on inking and goofed up.

Ah well, this too shall pass. There will be more sets of copies, more time to work on art, and they make white paint for a reason.

But zen mode aside, fuck this popsicle stand, I'm off to eat pie and watch Yellow Submarine.

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So far this week I have been:

Approached by two creepy guys, faced three smelly ones

Been tardy to class four times

Got a set of flier copies done at Kinko's sadly the guy was having a bad day and took all the grays out. Didn't have the heart to correct him, he looked about as bad as I've felt all week.

Did lots of little things to a lot of pieces, so not much got finished.

Eaten two frightening pieces of pizza, and some moldy cheese.

Got my left hand all hurting and still plowed on inking and goofed up.

Ah well, this too shall pass. There will be more sets of copies, more time to work on art, and they make white paint for a reason.

But zen mode aside, fuck this popsicle stand, I'm off to eat pie and watch Yellow Submarine.