Lookit Those Shiny Pretties.
Right, be very ready for Bitch!Hado.
*crickets*
I've got this friend - supposedly - who I shall name Q cos typing her name is a big no-no (hahaha I am so inebriated I swear). We attend the same tuition together, and before I start this little (little???) rant, I'll have to inform you that we've known each other for *cough* quite some time (if that isn't the understatement of the century - it feels like too LONG a time). Say, since kindergarten. Not diapers. But close enough.
Okay, well, we have this mutual hate-hate relationship going on. No big deal, she insults me and I insult her. Because everyone knows I'm awesome at making people feel horrible.
Now, there's this one night, another of my tuition classmates had her brother go pick her up. As she and her brother walked out, I wondered why he looked so familiar. Naturally I asked Q, because we were the only ones there.
She retorts, "What? You don't remember? Do I always have to be the one who remembers everything??? He was once in our extra class!"
Now, I was already bloody pissed off because I'd screwed up a tuition exam of sorts not 5 minutes before that, and I was pretty sure I was gonna get terrible marks for it, so I pursed my lips and snapped, "Can you blame me? I block out bad memories, and that means the ones which include you."
Adopting this pained expression, Q said, "Ouch, that hurt."
I was stuck in a dilemma whether or not to snort and lash out some more for insinuating she's the best person ever (which she constantly does FYI - she claims to be this know-it-all & all that but I don't buy her shit because I've known her too long to not look beyond that moronic exterior), or to apologize. Eventually, I gave in to the latter, because my conscience nagged.
"I meant that jokingly," I fibbed glibly.
"Whatever. It still hurt." Then she had the gall to purse her lips and turn away.
Moral of the story:
Always obliterate the enemy.
(I think I've posted about this before...)
I so don't make sense. All right, Im'ma confuse other peoples.
*crickets*
I've got this friend - supposedly - who I shall name Q cos typing her name is a big no-no (hahaha I am so inebriated I swear). We attend the same tuition together, and before I start this little (little???) rant, I'll have to inform you that we've known each other for *cough* quite some time (if that isn't the understatement of the century - it feels like too LONG a time). Say, since kindergarten. Not diapers. But close enough.
Okay, well, we have this mutual hate-hate relationship going on. No big deal, she insults me and I insult her. Because everyone knows I'm awesome at making people feel horrible.
Now, there's this one night, another of my tuition classmates had her brother go pick her up. As she and her brother walked out, I wondered why he looked so familiar. Naturally I asked Q, because we were the only ones there.
She retorts, "What? You don't remember? Do I always have to be the one who remembers everything??? He was once in our extra class!"
Now, I was already bloody pissed off because I'd screwed up a tuition exam of sorts not 5 minutes before that, and I was pretty sure I was gonna get terrible marks for it, so I pursed my lips and snapped, "Can you blame me? I block out bad memories, and that means the ones which include you."
Adopting this pained expression, Q said, "Ouch, that hurt."
I was stuck in a dilemma whether or not to snort and lash out some more for insinuating she's the best person ever (which she constantly does FYI - she claims to be this know-it-all & all that but I don't buy her shit because I've known her too long to not look beyond that moronic exterior), or to apologize. Eventually, I gave in to the latter, because my conscience nagged.
"I meant that jokingly," I fibbed glibly.
"Whatever. It still hurt." Then she had the gall to purse her lips and turn away.
Moral of the story:
Always obliterate the enemy.
(I think I've posted about this before...)
I so don't make sense. All right, Im'ma confuse other peoples.