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[bamahoneybee]

I fail to understand why it is that people do what they do. To reduce someone to tears, to make them question their abilities simply because they must feel superior to someone else. You know, it isnt my fault you have a small penis, it isnt my fault that you never did anything with your life and have now become a bitter old hag, I am doing my damndest to not become one of those myself. All that drama is surely not just to score some free spaghetti, does it satisfy you knowing that you hurt a stranger, do you sleep better at night having told lies and talked shit about me to a manager who didnt believe a word you said, and told me not to worry about you. Well I didnt listen to her, I did worry about you, Ive thought about you all weekend, and the sad thing is that you didnt, you got your free shit, you had your little power trip, and promptly forgot about me. And I guess I give you more power by worrying about you. So, now that this is behind me, I will forget about you, because I know that there is alot I cant do, but I sure as hell can refill your sweet tea like no ones business, and I firmly believe that my friend karma will come back and bite you in the ass, I just hope that when it does, you will remember me.

Ok. end of bitchy rant.

My goal this weekend. To finish a sewing project.