lilfleur

Happy Fucking Friday!

Leaving my office today, some asshole was speedwalking down the hallway and the collision resulted in his papers all over me and my stay-awake-because-you're meeting-clients-tonight-coffee all over him. He seemed offended fanning the wet steaming shirt away from his skin when I said, "I was going to drink that!"
I stepped off the elevator and and my heel broke on my shoe...the shoes I bought yesterday.
I hobbled to my car, backed out of the space at the very same moment the asshole from across the lane was backing out. We hit, but I was calm, it was nothing hard or resulting in too much damage. However, I opened my car door to find him already out and yelling about his car. That's when he looked at me and with balls bigger than any man I have ever known said, "well, it figures you're a fucking woman." Brave bastard.
I got home to find a message from my ex-fiance's new boyfriend (read that again, you heard correctly), to tell me about some club his band is playing at, asking me to come out for a drink or two. Thanks for your attempt, but ever since you decided that dick was your flavor of choice, I'm under NO obligation to you.

Happy Fucking Friday, indeed.