- 10 thoughts
- Log in to add a thought
The moment she and her boyfriend left, the remaining party launched into an hour-long bitch about how annoying she is and why won't she just relax and what is up with her and her boyfriends and did she become so annoying when she lost all that weight and rar rar argh...
I'm being such a bitch tonight, I don't know what the hell is wrong with me! I snapped at my boyfriend because he was talking during a movie, I totally ignored a friend who was trying to cheer me up online, I started arguments with two other friends about completely stupid things and pissed them both off...
You are so much better than her, if you'll pardon my cliché. You guys never looked right to me anyway, what with you being generally sweet and lovable, and her being mean and cuntish. She is just using you for sex and beer, and everyone knows it. You could find dozens of better people within a ten-mile radius; do it. I hope she loses you, but I'm sure she won't care past a week before she hops on someone's cock for a shot of vodka.
Today was the worst day of my adult life. It had a couple of cool or funny moments, but there was a point where I was almost crying in fetal position in the corner. Shortly after that a guy tried to start shit, but then he made a certain accusation, and I did what any animal does when it feels threatened: I made myself look bigger and established eye contact. And he backed away like the little bitch he was. If you're gonna start shit, you gotta finish shit. End of story.
You can call me a bitch, but I felt no remorse as I felt her shrink back behind him, that scared, awkward look on her face like that of a kicked puppy. Tail between it's legs, the puppy shies away, eyes always focused on the kicker. That's the way she behaved. Her eyes locked on me, like maybe I would leap at her, knock her to the ground, maybe push her down the stairs.