Think before speaking.
Farida: Little boy?
Me: (internal groan/sigh) Hmm?
Farida: Are you going out for lunch today?
Me: Yeah, why? (shit, stupid stupid stup...)
Farida: Let me know ...
Me: (..id stupid stupid st...)
Farida: ... when you go, ok?
Me: (...upid stupid idiot dumbass) Um, ok ... why? (Idiot.)
Farida: You can pick me up something?
Me: (Idiot. Idiot. argghghh god I'm dumb.) I guess.I should have known as soon as she called me little boy (pronounced littill-boy), and raised shields immediately. It's a dead giveaway that she wants something from me.
Farida: Don't forget to let me know when you go.
Me, trying desperately to restrain the fist of death: Yeah. Yeah.I'm just too nice to say no. Sometimes I wish I was just a huge prick. Then I'd say "What the hell am I, your goddamned personal servant? Get off your ass and go buy some lunch if you want it, princess." I wouldn't mind normally, but from her it's all take and no give. She forgot her lunch today, so the natural course for her is to assign one of her minions the task of providing food.
Ok, I'm done being in a bad mood. A good song just came on. I heart my radio. =)