Crazy Bitch
I got a few phone calls tonight from Stephanie. She told me that she was "freaked out" by my recent behavior. My drinking, asking her some inappropriate questions, and our fighting from months ago. The last time I talked to her was on Sunday, when we worked, so the phonecalls were really out of the blue. I always thought it was okay to ask her inappropriate stuff since she and my other guy coworker did it all the fucking time. Anyway, long story short she doesn't want to work with me anymore or be my friend.
About my drinking, she didn't understand why I was doing it. She even had the arrogance and ignorance to say that she had a worse childhood than I had, even though we never discussed either of our childhoods, so that kinda pissed me off.
And about those inappropriate things I asked her, what was the big deal? She always talked to my guy coworker about that shit. And hell, she made me show her my god damn dick, so what the fuck?
She mentioned she was tired of everyone knowing when we were fighting, but hey, that wasn't my god damn fault. It was her being a total cunt both times.
So tomorrow, I'm going to have a talk with my managers so they don't ever make me work with that crazy cheating whore again. I'm done.
About my drinking, she didn't understand why I was doing it. She even had the arrogance and ignorance to say that she had a worse childhood than I had, even though we never discussed either of our childhoods, so that kinda pissed me off.
And about those inappropriate things I asked her, what was the big deal? She always talked to my guy coworker about that shit. And hell, she made me show her my god damn dick, so what the fuck?
She mentioned she was tired of everyone knowing when we were fighting, but hey, that wasn't my god damn fault. It was her being a total cunt both times.
So tomorrow, I'm going to have a talk with my managers so they don't ever make me work with that crazy cheating whore again. I'm done.