November 22, 2005
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Have you ever sat with a friend and listened to her bitch about her
life and how fucking shitty it is and then listen to her kind of hint
that she’s thinking about hurting herself, severely hurting
herself? I did that a few days ago, and all I could think was “God,
what a fucking waste of time this is. I don’t care about you and your
stupid love life you fucking whore!” The entire time I’m sitting there
the whole conversation was her steady flow of self-absorbed whining.So then I thought to myself, wow…. is that what I sound I like on here?
And I came to this conclusion. I don’t know who reads this. I don’t
fucking care. And I’m not making anyone sit here and listen to me. So
no, I’m not like her.Plus, she moves really – painfully -
slow; like watching ketchup drip down the side of the bottle and it
won’t go any faster no matter how hard you shake it or bang on the
bottom. Complain, complain, complain….. and I’m thinking “If you hate
it here so much, what the fuck are you doing here?”Because usually I can tolerate slow people who are sluggish cuz they’re
tired or ill. But if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s someone
LAZY.Anyway, that’s my thought for this morning.
Oh yeah, almost forgot: Don’t fucking tell me how to do my fucking job
or I’ll remind you again why Great Men Love Me, I can be your boss in a
heartbeat, and I look damn fine wrapped in saran wrap and You are a
Complete Loser and that’s why you end up with other Complete Losers who
can’t spell, talk like an adult, or make any money.
Comments (5)
jeebus. she must have set you off with some intense whining. next time, just interject or speed it up. no need to listen if you don’t want.
ps. all you need to do is tap the 57 on the side of the bottle. it works like magic.
gotcha…
You look good in saran wrap, do you? I’m sorry I missed out on that….
But aside from that (as if my mind is even capable of leaving the thought of you in saran wrap), I agree with you. I have no tolerance at all for the lazy or self-obsessed, though this place (xanga) is meant to be about self-obsession. It’s just a journal, and journals are about oneself. On a harsher note, I would have told the whin(e?)y bitch to shut the hell up.
Now, about you in the saran wrap…..
~J
I needed to hear this. Thank you.
This wasn’t me was it?