Jun 26, 2005 19:14
I had to work today, 1o:3o-5:oo. Roll up in the Target parking lot and see Nate's lovely Honda Prelude and an empty parking space in front of it. "Time to Waste" by Alkaline Trio is playing and I'm fifteen minutes early. I so badly want to keep inching forward with my car as I'm parking. My front end is already FIZZUCKED so what do I care if I hit his nice, pretty car? Ruin is shiney red paintjob? Hmmmmmmm????? Meh, I'm not that much of a bitch.
I get out with my key in my hand. I'm walking slowly and thinking, I could key his car. Just a little, jagged line running from front to back?
I could also buy a Val-U-Pack of fireworks and just BLOW his fucking car UP.
I thought about all this in like 2.2 seconds before I just flipped off the car and continued on my journey through the parking lot.
So, Nate's at work. And, like, I guess she didn't die, because he would have called in or definitely found someone to work for him. I think. Well, she didn't die, but she is in pretty bad shape. I guess her face is all fucked up.
But she didn't die.
So, here's my official, vindictive HAH. HAH.
Who really cares anymore? Nate apologized once again for his assholeness.
I've decided to move on. I decided that a long time ago.
That just never comes easy for me though does it?
Hopefully, I'll have something/someone to make it easier tonight.