18 September 2006

Sulk.

Following up on the 'face scrub in the loo' story, i now have it on good authority that this little incident was indeed a 'f*ck you, bitch' directed at me and is by no means the first time it's happened i believe. She also went through the fridge this morning, picked out a couple of my things and threw them away out of pure spite. Of course i only noticed once we got back from our weekly shopping trip to Sainsbury's and when i confronted her she blatantly lied to me. Like the ham grew a pair of f*cking wings and did an olympic somersault off the milk bottle and into the bin whilst my back was turned. For f*ck's sake, do i look like a f*cking imbecile? I'm grumpy and COMPLETELY humourless this afternoon.

6 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:49 am

    She seems to be doing a bang-up job of making you want to hang around. On the plus side, at least your conscience will be bothering you less when you go for your break.

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  2. Anonymous1:30 pm

    There's nothing for it, I'm afraid. You're going to have to settle this the old fashioned way...


    Kick a bitch in the punda.

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  3. don: exceptionally so.

    kyk: tis true - my conscience no longer gives a flying fuck

    andy p: dying to. only 6 more days til i can kick and run away!

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  4. She sounds like my ex-MIL...not fun to be around. Spiteful cow.

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  5. she really is a hag.

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