It was a helter skelter romance from the start...
Funny how she's moving supposedly momentarily and yet she STILL has to put in the last word. Go to California, already. Good riddance. Find some girl up there to harrass. I'm over your bullshit.
What I find funny is the way she tells her stories... to make it look like I'm the pathetic one to some adolescent PacSunner who doesn't even know me. What's hysterical is that I'm almost one hundred percent positive that the girl she was running her mouth to about me (confusing, I know... since she seems to do it oh so frequently.) was the girl who came into MY STORE complaining about the managers at her job. When I smiled and said, "Where do you work?" I had to smirk when she sighed and said, "PacSun". I couldn't help but sympathize that she had to deal with HER on a daily basis so I said, "Oh? You don't like it?" She shrugged her shoulders and said, "No, I do. You just know how bosses can be."
I mean, come on. You only work twenty feet away from me. I realize that it's tempting to want to start shit since it's only natural for you but if I'm bothering you THAT much why don't you take a walk down to where I work and confront me?
Of course not. She's too mature for that. She'd rather talk shit behind my back...
I'm sure that'll carry on well after she moves to Cali. IF she goes. I don't think God would be gracious enough to move her millions of miles away from me.
Whatever. She's a bitch.
me: You know, Samantha, I've been complimented on my eyes, hair, and body today AND I got a phone number.
Samantha: Don't let it go to your head.
What I find funny is the way she tells her stories... to make it look like I'm the pathetic one to some adolescent PacSunner who doesn't even know me. What's hysterical is that I'm almost one hundred percent positive that the girl she was running her mouth to about me (confusing, I know... since she seems to do it oh so frequently.) was the girl who came into MY STORE complaining about the managers at her job. When I smiled and said, "Where do you work?" I had to smirk when she sighed and said, "PacSun". I couldn't help but sympathize that she had to deal with HER on a daily basis so I said, "Oh? You don't like it?" She shrugged her shoulders and said, "No, I do. You just know how bosses can be."
I mean, come on. You only work twenty feet away from me. I realize that it's tempting to want to start shit since it's only natural for you but if I'm bothering you THAT much why don't you take a walk down to where I work and confront me?
Of course not. She's too mature for that. She'd rather talk shit behind my back...
I'm sure that'll carry on well after she moves to Cali. IF she goes. I don't think God would be gracious enough to move her millions of miles away from me.
Whatever. She's a bitch.
me: You know, Samantha, I've been complimented on my eyes, hair, and body today AND I got a phone number.
Samantha: Don't let it go to your head.