God, you *are* pathetic. You can't even bitch coherently. Since you obviously need some help in that department, I thought I'd lend a hand. Below is the new, revised version of your bitch-fest. I hope you can see where you went wrong. Better luck bitching in the future.
Well, again, this is one of those "I hate" posts. First of all, I really dislike Neko. I hate my job too. If things don't get better at the Food Court, I may be forced to quit. I can't deal with people and their attitudes anymore. I'm surrounded by a bunch of primadonnas, and I hate it. I'm not upset with my friends at all; I love all of them. I just want a break from everything. This place is really starting to get to me, and I don't think I can take it anymore. I went to the Food Court for breakfast today and got dirty looks--I hadn't even clocked in for work yet! What the fuck!? This shit has to stop, or I won't work there anymore. I neither want nor should have to deal with decrepit, cynical old women who suck the fun out of life. Yes, I'm speaking of my boss. But she won't do it to me . . . I won't let her! Sometimes though, it's hard to keep it from getting to you. Well, I'm done bitching for this session. Goodbye everyone.
Livejournal quarrels are fairly trivial, so I won't bother with an extensive rebuttal. Lets just say, when the occasion calls for it, and when I so please, I'm fully capable of writing in the same droll, aseptic tone that you've used in your comment.
Well, again, this is one of those "I hate" posts. First of all, I really dislike Neko. I hate my job too. If things don't get better at the Food Court, I may be forced to quit. I can't deal with people and their attitudes anymore. I'm surrounded by a bunch of primadonnas, and I hate it. I'm not upset with my friends at all; I love all of them. I just want a break from everything. This place is really starting to get to me, and I don't think I can take it anymore. I went to the Food Court for breakfast today and got dirty looks--I hadn't even clocked in for work yet! What the fuck!? This shit has to stop, or I won't work there anymore. I neither want nor should have to deal with decrepit, cynical old women who suck the fun out of life. Yes, I'm speaking of my boss. But she won't do it to me . . . I won't let her! Sometimes though, it's hard to keep it from getting to you. Well, I'm done bitching for this session. Goodbye everyone.
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