Sucks man, hope it turns out well.
Fuck this, I'm going to the gym.
Mother fucking aggressive street urchins.
At a friend's restaurant after hours, celebrating another friend's engagement (also found out tonight that the guy happens to be an SFer, though he mostly lurks because of his English), and this woman comes in with a big ole styrofoam box hung round her chest with a big ole cross painted on it. I don't understand a word she's saying (obviously), but she won't go away. We raised our glasses toward her (politely, not to be a dick), apologized, and tried to continue our discussion. She stands there for a few seconds, then she interrupts us again, and we politely ask her to leave. Stands there for a few moments, and she begins the spiel again. Eventually one of us starts being slightly rude to her (others tell him to calm down...though I certainly don't think he was acting out of line even a bit). She was clearly trying to get us to pay her to go away. Such are the worst form of bum.
The entire time she smells like hobo fungus.