if you know who i'm talking about,
then good for you.
anyway,
i never said it was you.
but agaknya you terasa.
anyhow,
it doesn't matter anymore.
i am officially stressed.
and the shit HAS hit the fan.
well,
the good part about the shit hitting the fan is that i don't have to put up with it anymore.
but other than that,
things have gotten WAYY out of hand.
i don't want to explain,
i don't care to explain.
would you want to explain your problems to someone with SILLICONE BOOBS?
i sure wouldn't.
i wonder how some people can ignore the fact that they have SILLICONE BOOBS and walk around jiggling them in people's faces.
especially when it gets jiggled in MY face.
but it can't be helped,
since i am short.
things get jiggled in my face.
i don't even think that she remembers that i wanted her to write me a recommendation letter.
well whatever,
JIGGLY SILLICONE BOOBS,
jiggle your boobs somewhere else.
I. AM. NOT. INTERESTED.