22 October 2009

The poster child for mandatory expulsion from Earth*

This probably isn't about you (or you), so don't get your panties in a bunch.
Unless it is.
In which case, shit!?!
You read my blog??
And bunch away, dear hateful panties.

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You make me feel dead inside.
You suck the joy out of living.
You make me clench my jaw in a way that gives me a headache shooting up to my temples.
On days that I don't have to see you I breathe an audible sigh of relief.
The sound of your heels clicking on the floor makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
I go out of my way to avoid interaction with you.

Your inability and/or unwillingness to pick up on the many social cues signaling my distaste for you leave me baffled.

No, I will never invite you to do anything with me.

Ever.

I'm sorry.

But my happiness is more important to me than your....whatever it is you do.

So I guess I'm not really sorry, since I only apologize when I wish I had behaved differently.
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*Phrase taken from Holly, who is a goddess.