2005-04-13
will midol help?
I've been very pissy today. Everyone seems to be pushing the wrong buttons today, and it isn't good for anyone.
a) Mother -- Once again with the tuition. She's threatening to flush my 12 years of hard academic work down the drain because she refuses to pay the accrued tuition she owes my old school. But what the hell, why would you not pay tuition for two years? And even if you didn't, what the hell was all that money used for anyway? It looks like my mother- the one who forced us into intense academia all our lives - would rather i-smoke da dope than worry about our futures. b) JJ -- Ugh. That bitch. Antagonism isn't very hard to miss. Or hard to hide, for that matter. Hey, it isn't my fault I kicked her ass for the Attorney General's Speech. And the Solo Musical spot to Lincoln. Or in NFL, either. It isn't my fault her friends ditched her because she thought she was so much better than everyone. No, it wasn't my fault either when no one wanted to invite her to the special barbeque on the ship. It was all her fault. Pride goeth before destruction, bitch. I hope you choke on your own vomit, you bulimic whore. c) Ape -- Question: Why do people continue to fall under the ruse that secrets will always be kept secret? I don't have the answer. But I think I should have a bit more insight on it now that I've realized that everything that I've told this silly girl is being circulated by each one of her ditzy pawns. Another one who thinks she just might be The Shit because she doesn't shave, 'doesn't give a flying fuck what anyone says', and is half-white (no offense to any haoles reading this). It's too bad she and I have to be partners for competition in Philadelphia. [I wonder how many people I'll want to strangle this year at Nationals...] d) Everyone else - I'm pretty sure I've snapped at least once at everyone I've come across today. Sometimes I wonder if I should have been born a woman -- it's like I PMS all the fucking time. [P.S. Olivier Marceau is hot hot hott!]tipsydrunk at 8:57 p.m.
