What in the name of all that is good and holy possessed me to paint my toenails cotton candy pink while I was at work?  Now I have no way of getting it off until I get home.  Unless I decide to leave the confines of my highrise, hike 7 blocks to the underground CVS, through the stench and filth of the homeless society and the freaks that like to streak through Centennial Park to get polish remover.  Not going to happen.  First of all.  Nobody goes to that CVS.  Ok, well somebody must or it wouldn't be there.  However, the only people that go there are drug addicts looking to steal eyedrops and syringes or dumbass tourists looking to get killed.  Since I am neither I will not go.  Plus, I don't hike.  Women that are 7 months pregnant do not hike 7 blocks unless they are liars or insane.

 

The city can be a strange place, at least Atlanta is.  You are always on the edge of either the ghetto or multi-million dollar condos.  West Paces Ferry is a sea of mansions and moguls and 2 streets over is the scum of the city.  Hell, 3 blocks from the capital building at least 5 people are killed practically every day. Don't worry, this is usually drug dealers and homeless people.  I like to think in terms of weeding out the scum.  I don't really care if the drug dealers kill themselves off.  At least I can stop worrying about them. 

 

This brings me to the homeless people, well I am torn on that subject.  Ultimately I have decided that society is better without them, but the loss of life is always a sad thing.  For one, let me just say that the homeless people that are dying off are not (for the most part) down on their luck, lost their job recently and are trying to get back on their feet.  These are people that have always been on the street, crazies, whackos, junkies, and the mentally retarded and/or insane.  These people do not know anything but the street and they have no intention of doing anything with their lives.  Overall, I have mixed feelings about these people.  On the one hand, I say let's help them with food, shelter and a way out of this cycle.  On the other hand, why should I try if they aren't going to?  I work my ass of to make a life for me and my family.  Why shouldn't they?  They sit on a street corner or under a bridge all day, while I am hard at work or spending time with my children or putting myself through college.  You might say they don't have a choice, nobody to turn to, nobody to help them get on their feet.  Well, I say bullshit.  There are countless shelters and facitlities in this city dedicated to just that and they don't go there.  So I don't feel sorry for them.  Even worse are the fuckers on the street corners begging for money that have absolutely nothing wrong with them and are just lazy.  These people make out pretty well.  I have even been known to give a few of them some money from time to time if I think they really need it.  However, I see these jokers all the time walking around on one street corner and next thing I know they are on another street corner with a wheelchair and a paper cup begging for change.  Give me a break.  I am bitter about this. 

 

This all started with my stupid, ugly nail polish... now  I am in a bad mood.  Thanks homeless people and pink vomit!