a story of nastiness and excess.

I have written about my building smelling like poo. There is also the issue of the guy sitting next to me having to switch to a seat near me because the large woman he was sat nest to, stinks. He bought an air freshener with a fan, but her stench coupled with the stink of the building was too much for him. He now sits near me and we have dueling air freshener fans.

The woman is especially delightful because of the tattoo she has on her upper arm. Did I mention she is big? Her upper arm is about the size of a regular woman’s thigh. Anything tattooed on that area would be fairly noticeable. She was sans sleeves at work one day and a co-worker walked by and read that the tattoo says, “Pussy Killer”

That bears repeating. She was sans sleeves at work one day and a co-worker walked by and read that the tattoo says, “Pussy Killer” Just oh my god. How do you go home and tell your mother that you decided to have “Pussy Killer” forever inked into your body?

That is not part of today’s story, but amusing nonetheless.

I went to the bathroom and the first stall had a shit smear on the seat near the front. I though, “Oh my god! There is some woman walking around the office with shit smeared on her thigh or ass.” That would explain the smell in the building, wouldn’t it?

The next three stalls were various stages of nasty as well. I never had this problem in my old building. These are some nasty, nasty women.

My friend and I were leaving that evening and we were walking behind “Pussy Killer” to the elevators. As she was getting on, she was addressing someone already on the elevator. We follow her on and notice that the woman on the elevator was fairly thick herself. I am standing there contemplating the thick woman occupying the elevator, Me (5’10” and thick), my friend (about my size, but short), and Double Stuff (who is easily at least the size of my friend and I together) when Double Stuff pushes the elevator door back open to let on a lumberjack of a woman. The woman was thicker than me and at least 6’3”. I look up at the weight limit posted and begin to frantically calculate the load in the elevator when I notice the stench that is beginning to overpower me. I do believe Double Stuff was the shit smear culprit. Good god. It was all I could do to not start laughing. When everyone exited and my friend and I went the other way, I had to stop and rest my hands on my knees and finish laughing. I told her, if ever there was an elevator that was going to go down, it was that one. I was almost hoping it would from the stench.

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Talking with my sister this morning, I decided to look into the claim that social security is in danger of being depleted by the time my generation is retirement age. The impression that I have gotten is that I just cannot expect it to be there at all. The current administration has claimed that Social Security faces an $11 trillion shortfall if nothing is done to fix the current system. They have been leaving out that this is over the next 75 years or so. The American Academy of Actuaries have helped to assuage my fears as well as reinforce my belief that there are several options aside from the ridiculous one that Bush is proposing of having people invest their own instead of paying into Social Security.

Fini was saying that it is ridiculous that we would be led to believe or even have it occur that the wealthiest country in the world would not take care of it's elderly. We find funding for lots of other things, we cannot find it to take care of the elderly?

Perhaps we could just start with the small and simple things like not paying journalists to promote Bush's agenda and pass it off as journalism. Or how about we find the missing $9 billion in Iraq and deposit into the SS fund? That would be a nice start.