Recently, I've decided that I hate people...not all of them, but most of them.
Thus beginning my list of "people I wouldn't mind killing and then forgetting about it within ten minutes," 2007:
1) I hate old ladies with a 5% sense of smell who spray on their goddamned rose perfume until they can smell it. So help me god if I find out where the majority of 70+ year old women get that shit.
2) Business women...a specific kind. They can be blonde or burnette, but they usually are blondes with their hair in a ponytail. Just so everyone can hear them from a mile away on a tile floor to marvel at their importance, they wear brown leather boots with pointy toes and a heel that make them sound like a fucking horse wandered off the trail and into the hallway. If at first you don't notice them by their need-for-attention boots, you can surely spot them by their matching jackets covering their white, thick, knitted, roll-over collar, turtleneck sweaters. On the way to work you'll find them wandering in your lane in their Lexus/BMW/Mercedes SUV that, appearantly, doesn't have a turn signal. A note to you women: bring two sweaters to work with you because the next time I see one of you, you're going to be wearing your latte, you "I'm too late for work, yet I can always have time for you to stop what you're doing to listen to me hustle by" bitches!
3) The male counterpart of the buisiness woman. I can't start this now. I, I've gotta go kick an animal or something before this gets too bad.
Thus beginning my list of "people I wouldn't mind killing and then forgetting about it within ten minutes," 2007:
1) I hate old ladies with a 5% sense of smell who spray on their goddamned rose perfume until they can smell it. So help me god if I find out where the majority of 70+ year old women get that shit.
2) Business women...a specific kind. They can be blonde or burnette, but they usually are blondes with their hair in a ponytail. Just so everyone can hear them from a mile away on a tile floor to marvel at their importance, they wear brown leather boots with pointy toes and a heel that make them sound like a fucking horse wandered off the trail and into the hallway. If at first you don't notice them by their need-for-attention boots, you can surely spot them by their matching jackets covering their white, thick, knitted, roll-over collar, turtleneck sweaters. On the way to work you'll find them wandering in your lane in their Lexus/BMW/Mercedes SUV that, appearantly, doesn't have a turn signal. A note to you women: bring two sweaters to work with you because the next time I see one of you, you're going to be wearing your latte, you "I'm too late for work, yet I can always have time for you to stop what you're doing to listen to me hustle by" bitches!
3) The male counterpart of the buisiness woman. I can't start this now. I, I've gotta go kick an animal or something before this gets too bad.
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