take my heart,
cut it open,
and fill it with your love.
Please don’t try to insult me again with the finesse of a 5 year old because you suck balls in lab. Spare me the lame ass excuses to say shit to my face. You look and sound pathetic that way. It’s not my fault you’re not well endowed and feel the need to make up for it by putting others, who are intellectually your seniors, down. At first, I felt really angry. I wanted to pull your lip over your spiky, fat ass head and demand that you swallow it. Now, I realize that I don’t need to do that. One, it’s a waste of my time, and two, you’ll be put in your place and that day will come soon. Real soon… like when you go off to your last lab training site. I hope for your sake that we never meet again. I stayed quiet once, but I’ll rearrange that street-thug asswipe face of yours next time.
Not a two-faced, jealous son of a puta like you!
P.S. Puta means bitch in Spanish. You’re welcome.
Yes, women bore me. Don’t agree? Then I dare you to sit around with a bunch of females from any age group, and let’s see how long you last without plucking every last hair strand nestled deep within its follicle in your scalp. Provided you have hair anyway. Now, where was I? Oh yes, women… and how boring they are. Don’t attack me just yet women! I’m a woman too, and I’ll give you examples of what I mean.
“I’m not the sort of person
In and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection
Right from the start”
The details have become hazy over the years, but I remember when we first met. It was during my sophomore year in high school. First day of classes. Standing in the hallway dressed in blue jeans and a dark blue jacket, I was staring at the carpeted ground with my back resting against the wall. Occasionally I would lift my head to see if my computer programming teacher had arrived yet. He had not and I continued waiting. Where were my classmates? I don’t remember anyone waiting with me. Were they inside, and if so why was I outside? Like I said, the details are hazy.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. A long while. Working in the lab and whatnot was slowly and painfully wringing the energy out of me. The long hours wouldn’t have been too bothersome if I had pleasant coworkers or at least mature ones. Honestly, calling them immature would be the nicest way of describing them. The only thing they were really good at was perpetuating unnecessary and unoriginal gossip. Repeating certain “jokes” over and over until I was mentally debating whether to stab them all with pipets or pour a circle of noxious-fume-giving acid around me. Never mind the experiments! Damn the experiments! It’s much more important to be concerned with who I like like, have the hots for, or make googly eyes at among my coworkers.
Today I saw someone I recognized from
hell high school. His name is… let’s just call him Fukquad, okay? Great. So, I was sitting in the shuttle bus heading back to my old university, and I didn’t notice him until he moved to the front of the bus. Actually, I didn’t recognize him until I saw his profile. I know he recognized me though; I haven’t changed that much. He continued to glance at me, and I ignored him as well as I could ignore a bulbous cold sore. Kidding. I completely ignored him. In fact, when we got off the bus I walked right past him with the air of someone who was too busy to give a damn.