Fuck Glitter
Trust me, there's a rant behind that. Would there be if it wasn't me?
I'm helping Becky with her math because we have a quiz coming up the next period. First, after a poke, albiet a gentle poke, she STABS my five times in the shoulder with a fucking pen. Then she takes my white-out and wastes as much of it as she can whiting out a grid. THEN she takes out this glittery-lip-gloss shit and swipes my $130 jacket, my arms, my t-shirt and my hands.
GLITTER NEVER COMES OFF!!! It's 12 hours after the fact and it's still visible everywhere. It's on my wristbands, my jeans, my arms, my iPod.
But, that's not all.
As we're walking up the stairs, Pete and I are talking, Becky's in front of us. I vent my frustration at the fact that she just smeared glitter on a $130 jacket and she kicked me in the thigh. Two inches to the left and I would have been hunched over at the bottom of the stairs.
I was incensed.
And if Becky wasn't a girl, I'd literally have punched her until her nose bled like a damn fountain.
I can only take so much abuse...
I'm helping Becky with her math because we have a quiz coming up the next period. First, after a poke, albiet a gentle poke, she STABS my five times in the shoulder with a fucking pen. Then she takes my white-out and wastes as much of it as she can whiting out a grid. THEN she takes out this glittery-lip-gloss shit and swipes my $130 jacket, my arms, my t-shirt and my hands.
GLITTER NEVER COMES OFF!!! It's 12 hours after the fact and it's still visible everywhere. It's on my wristbands, my jeans, my arms, my iPod.
But, that's not all.
As we're walking up the stairs, Pete and I are talking, Becky's in front of us. I vent my frustration at the fact that she just smeared glitter on a $130 jacket and she kicked me in the thigh. Two inches to the left and I would have been hunched over at the bottom of the stairs.
I was incensed.
And if Becky wasn't a girl, I'd literally have punched her until her nose bled like a damn fountain.
I can only take so much abuse...