Greatest moments in the history of my life #7!!!!:
Dia's enrollment of me into diva school worked like a charm. I did the coolest thing today, in fishnets, a short skirt, and boots.
So I saw a bunch of the campus lesbos at a table (with Stacey, ugh!) and went over to say hi. They said hello. I continued to sit around while they all ignored me every time I tried to talk to them (as is befitting of rich, snobby white girls.) They pretended I didn't exist. Finally one of them made a rude comment directed towards me, and the whole table started laughing uproariously. Great. They ignore me everytime I talk to them, except when they want to laugh at me. I yawned, did a sexy pout.
My fist casually shot forward and hit the girl in her temple.
She screamed and fell over, while the other girls gasped and didn't know what to think. Stacey was laughing hysterically. I looked at her as if to say, "Watch it. Call me cockface and say goodbye to your left eye." She stopped laughing.
"Christ! What's wrong with you?" -The girl
*Sigh* -Me
"I said, CHRIST! What is wrong with you! You just go around hitting people now when you get pissed?" -The girl
**An artificially green-eyed glare of apathy** -Me
I walked over to the offender's girlfriend. I slowly traced my fingertip along her earlobe and she shivered. I'm 95% +2/-2 margin of error certain she wet herself.
"See you later, honey." I gave her a smile that would cause babies.
The table of dykes didn't know what to think. I catwalked away wearing a black purse with a set of silver handcuffs dangling from it.
Now that word has gotten out that i've hit a girl, i'm sure 10 of them will come up and ask me on a date tomorrow. It's that whole Eminem appeal.
Dia's enrollment of me into diva school worked like a charm. I did the coolest thing today, in fishnets, a short skirt, and boots.
So I saw a bunch of the campus lesbos at a table (with Stacey, ugh!) and went over to say hi. They said hello. I continued to sit around while they all ignored me every time I tried to talk to them (as is befitting of rich, snobby white girls.) They pretended I didn't exist. Finally one of them made a rude comment directed towards me, and the whole table started laughing uproariously. Great. They ignore me everytime I talk to them, except when they want to laugh at me. I yawned, did a sexy pout.
My fist casually shot forward and hit the girl in her temple.
She screamed and fell over, while the other girls gasped and didn't know what to think. Stacey was laughing hysterically. I looked at her as if to say, "Watch it. Call me cockface and say goodbye to your left eye." She stopped laughing.
"Christ! What's wrong with you?" -The girl
*Sigh* -Me
"I said, CHRIST! What is wrong with you! You just go around hitting people now when you get pissed?" -The girl
**An artificially green-eyed glare of apathy** -Me
I walked over to the offender's girlfriend. I slowly traced my fingertip along her earlobe and she shivered. I'm 95% +2/-2 margin of error certain she wet herself.
"See you later, honey." I gave her a smile that would cause babies.
The table of dykes didn't know what to think. I catwalked away wearing a black purse with a set of silver handcuffs dangling from it.
Now that word has gotten out that i've hit a girl, i'm sure 10 of them will come up and ask me on a date tomorrow. It's that whole Eminem appeal.
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