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Bah, it's 11:45pm and should be in bed. I'm sick of waking up every morning to go to that place that pays me. I work with Holly, the 'straight-gone-gay, overdramatic, gained 100 pounds since Pam stopped talking to you, shady ex-best friend.' That bitch should have never transferred to my office! She's fuckin with the wrong dyke. Tuesday, her and this other woman, Barb...a 50-yr old, decide to start talking shit about me in little 'notes.' How old are we? Leave it to the underdog children to play secret note games and leave it to the adults to NOT PUNCH YOU IN YOUR FAT FACE!! Stupid Holly ripped up the notes but didn't put them in the shredder...instead she put them in the garbage...where I could easily pick them out, tape them back together and take them to my boss. How ya like that? For once it's me going to management instead of your stupid fat ass talking all kinds of shit about me to whoever would listen! Wow...I guess I was more pissed than I thought. You can never trust those bi-sexuals. This is exactly why I don't put a lot of trust into people anymore. People are shady! I don't want anyone in my life that's going to be a shady bitch. I will be the greatest friend to you, as long as you are the same in return. I don't have time to deal with drama, who-said-who, who wants to fuck who's girlfriend, etc. It's all stupid shit to me. I'd much rather live a happy life, laughing and having fun, spending time with good people than living my life angry. Whatever...it's getting late...and I'm done!