I'm mean...
I think i may be a total bitch. I'm not outwardly bitchy, but I'm like avoidance-super-sweet-but-stab-you-in-the-back mean. Ouch...
On Friday, I ran into someone that I used to be friends with (she decided to say she hated me on the internet). I was super sweet to her face (and she was strangely polite to me too), but the whole time I was trying to think of ways to to "accidentally" throw my drink in her face.
At lunch, I was sitting on a hill looking at my daytimer when a guy came up to me and started chatting. He had a sort of speech impediment and physical disability, but was nice enough. He talked a lot about travelling Europe and writing a SciFi book. I have this strange feeling I have met him before. He said he lived by Whyte and I said I did too. He asked if I had roommates and I told him I lived with my boyfriend and a roommate. After a few minutes, I told him I had to get back to work. He told me he'd like to be friends and asked for my home number. I told him I didn't have one right now, but he could email me and I gave him an old email address. Is that mean?
Oh, R has also applied for an apartment for June 1st. *fingers crossed* I suppose, I have also been really mean to him too. He just pisses me off. D hasn't been sleeping properly because of what an ass R is. This makes me want to use his toothbrush to clean the toilet. I have moved his ugly rug from the kitchen to the basement. I also have thrown any article of clothing he leaves on the couch at his bedroom door when he isn't home. Karen also warned D and I to watch him as he packs so he doesn't walk off with any of our stuff. I would murder R if he left with any of my stuff.
Also, is it mean to constantly think "Die!" and "I hope you get murdered when you walk home." and "I hope you choke on your food." all the time about a certain co-worker? What if they actually did choke and die? Would I feel responsible?
On Friday, I ran into someone that I used to be friends with (she decided to say she hated me on the internet). I was super sweet to her face (and she was strangely polite to me too), but the whole time I was trying to think of ways to to "accidentally" throw my drink in her face.
At lunch, I was sitting on a hill looking at my daytimer when a guy came up to me and started chatting. He had a sort of speech impediment and physical disability, but was nice enough. He talked a lot about travelling Europe and writing a SciFi book. I have this strange feeling I have met him before. He said he lived by Whyte and I said I did too. He asked if I had roommates and I told him I lived with my boyfriend and a roommate. After a few minutes, I told him I had to get back to work. He told me he'd like to be friends and asked for my home number. I told him I didn't have one right now, but he could email me and I gave him an old email address. Is that mean?
Oh, R has also applied for an apartment for June 1st. *fingers crossed* I suppose, I have also been really mean to him too. He just pisses me off. D hasn't been sleeping properly because of what an ass R is. This makes me want to use his toothbrush to clean the toilet. I have moved his ugly rug from the kitchen to the basement. I also have thrown any article of clothing he leaves on the couch at his bedroom door when he isn't home. Karen also warned D and I to watch him as he packs so he doesn't walk off with any of our stuff. I would murder R if he left with any of my stuff.
Also, is it mean to constantly think "Die!" and "I hope you get murdered when you walk home." and "I hope you choke on your food." all the time about a certain co-worker? What if they actually did choke and die? Would I feel responsible?