04.04.08
Serious. Serious. Serious.
There is a girl across the hall from Susan and I who has made it a nightly ritual to sit outside her room and argue with her boyfriend. She talks loudly and I can hear not only her words clearly through my door but also the static rumblings of her boyfriend on the other end.
Tonight she is talking shit about some girl they know, a girl she describes "as big as a house, that's not why she's a bad person, but she's fucking huge."
She is talking quickly and enunciating every word. I can tell she thinks she's clever and dangerous, her voice sounds like it's trying to recapture Sarah Michelle Gellar in that movie where everybody fucks each other and Ryan Phillipe gets hit by a car.
"She thinks she's somebody but she's not, she's so insignificant." the girl says.
Sorry, Brenna, but so is your stupid drama. I'm sorry that whoever this girl is tried to hook up with your boyfriend, but he's probably Just Not That Into You anyways, and welcomed the non-crazy girl attention.
Sorry Brenna, but you're thirty years away from being one of those gross Cougar ladies, still grasping to your slipping away sexuality before the dull axe of menopause takes it's final swing on your ovaries.
Sorry Brenna, but could you please shut the fuck up? It's awkward walking over you to get to the bathroom, especially when you get so mad at him you cry.
ratherbored at 19:18