It's the middle of October. I should be carving pumpkins, drinking (hot) Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and helping the pilgrams to the new land. Instead, I am spending my annual income on my A/C electric bill, and sweating in places I never thought I could sweat. As you know by now, I am not at my best behavior when I am hot and bothered...Let me vent...
- The "Doctors": I am so tired of ignorant people saying something causes cancer. You didn't even finish High School, you are not a scientist. Shut your uneducated mouth.
- That Know-It-Alls: telling me how to workout, or what diet will work for me. Baby girl, you shouldn't be preaching, you should be taking notes as my body is a temple and your body looks like White Castle. I have some advice for you: A paper bag over your head. Thanks.
- The Dramatic Complainers. ...Those people constantly stirring up drama, and then constantly complaining about all of the drama. [These people are easy to spot. They will be heard saying "I hate drama."] I can speak for the group by saying --"We all see what you are doing, we all think you are a snake, and we all are secretly waiting for you to screw up so we can kick you out of our squad (without us looking like the assholes)."
- The Never Wrongs: I think I hate these ones the most! I don't know what silver spoon you grew up with, but I will fork your shit up. I am wrong all the time. Everyone is. My favorite past time is making these people look like idiots. I turn into Judge Judy with my facts and figures to prove "these types" wrong. When I prove them wrong, which I inevitably do...They will then begin to throw (anyone they can find) under the bus, to protect their ego. Meanwhile there is always a lot wrong with this type...starting with those awful "boat shoes." That's always wrong.
Thanks for letting me vent, you know what doesn't have any VENT-i·la·tion, is this denim on denim outfit. I'm sweating like a whore in church.
Hat Brixton // Shirt Woolrich // Shorts Levis // Belt Zara // Shoes Golden Goose