F.U.
Fuck you, Britney Spears, for not sending a clear mental signal to me. "I am on Northwest 23rd. Flock to me, my child, flock to me." I was on a press check at a printer just blocks away. She's in town, and doesn't even say hi. Looks like you just got yourself crossed off my "fRieNDs 4 LifE" list. Bitch.
Fuck all y'all you who have tickets to her show tonight. I will probably never forgive you.
And most of all, Fuck YOU, Kate. Did your brain go "That chick has cool pants, oh my god it's Britney!" or was it more like "Oh my god it's Britney, and she has nice pants." No, don't tell me. It's too painful. It should have been MY earrings Britney complimented. Mine and mine alone.
a FUCK YOU follow up:
Mike "Evil Fucking Bastard" Burt was on my bus this morning. Once I noticed him a few minutes into the ride, he was staring unnaturally focused straight ahead. We were sitting almost directly across a three-foot aisle from eachother, and I stared at him awhile while he pointedly ignored me. "I'll just pretend like I don't see him!"
And FUCK YOU, Portland. When I say I never want to see or speak to someone again, I'd really prefer to never see them again. There you go, being all small and colliding my world with that of my nemesis.
Does this mean I'll be running into him regularly in the morning? I can only laugh at him for so long before doing anything I can to prevent ever having to interact with him in any way becomes a major chore. I hate chores in the morning. What a pain in the ass. Why doesn't he just shrivel up and die already?
Fuck all y'all you who have tickets to her show tonight. I will probably never forgive you.
And most of all, Fuck YOU, Kate. Did your brain go "That chick has cool pants, oh my god it's Britney!" or was it more like "Oh my god it's Britney, and she has nice pants." No, don't tell me. It's too painful. It should have been MY earrings Britney complimented. Mine and mine alone.
a FUCK YOU follow up:
Mike "Evil Fucking Bastard" Burt was on my bus this morning. Once I noticed him a few minutes into the ride, he was staring unnaturally focused straight ahead. We were sitting almost directly across a three-foot aisle from eachother, and I stared at him awhile while he pointedly ignored me. "I'll just pretend like I don't see him!"
And FUCK YOU, Portland. When I say I never want to see or speak to someone again, I'd really prefer to never see them again. There you go, being all small and colliding my world with that of my nemesis.
Does this mean I'll be running into him regularly in the morning? I can only laugh at him for so long before doing anything I can to prevent ever having to interact with him in any way becomes a major chore. I hate chores in the morning. What a pain in the ass. Why doesn't he just shrivel up and die already?