Whores with STDs.

Jul 27, 2006 10:56

I haven't updated in...ages. So, I am. I'm at work, so I don't have anything interesting to say, but I'm at least typing and posting, right?

I'm good, all in all. I am looking for a new car. Or, at least, a different car. One that cranks is preferrable. The Maxima has had it, long ago, but it's no secret that I can't afford a freakin' car. I'm considering finding a good point of blackmail to hold over some car dudes head.

I hate one of the cunt-faced bitches I work with. She's a diseased whore with an unfounded superiority complex. It's hilarious, how much she thinks she rocks. She bitches to the manager daily about whoever she worked with, whoever came in before her and whoever relieved her. All. Not one or the other. She finds some complaint about every employee she physically sees, each day, and takes it to the manager, announcing that we should "call a meeting" about it. Yesterday, she thought we should call a meeting over this one guy not stocking cups. Cups, man. CUPS. She also likes to lie about people she dislikes, even if - no, especially if - they are your friend. Her now-diseased boyfriend was roommates with a pal of mine, and she feels the need to try and turn me against him b/c he told her about what kind of reputation she gave herself. I would have already beat her ass on principle, but it's so, sad, like, she isn't even worth it. I really feel like I would be wasting my time doing something that she would just turn into another "mental issue". She would develop an irrational fear of having her ass beaten, or of brunette girls, or something. She certainly would NOT think, "Hey, I must suck awfully bad for everyone to hate me, and now a co-worker to rip my face off and eat it.". Noooo, no. She BRAGS about being a slut. She's proud to tell you about her STD and how she's fucked several people without telling them about it first. One was on the hood of a car in the parking lot of a club. I can't wait for someone to fire her for saying inappropriate things all the time.

Rant over.
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