So, you've been given due warning. Now would be a good time to stop reading and go and do something interesting.
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We have bitching! Bitch-off? Anyway.
- I have had enough of certain people who talk about my 8.5-hour-a-day, 5 days a week job as "not a real job": mind your own damn business, and stop taking your frustration out on me. You're jealous because I make more than you. Get over it. I work 5 times more hours than you a week, of course I make more! You had the opportunity to make just as much, and you turned it down. Quit your bitching.
- There are crossed wires somewhere along the line. You seem to think I'm this naive, innocent, fluffy little creature and I'm just not, anyone who knows me knows that. I might have my blonde moments but that doesn't mean I'm stupid: I can read you like a book and you are also fairly obvious.
- You seem to take it as read that I'm just going to put up with your shit because I love you. Well, not any more I'm not. Good luck finding someone else who'll deal with it.
- I am terrified - TERRIFIED - that I won't pass this driving test. I need a little damn independence.
- I am horrified and ashamed by past decisions and honestly wish I could wipe them from the collective consciousness, including my own.
- I want to slap today's children. Repeatedly. And set them on fire with a flamethrower. They are disrespectful, self-important, under-educated and frankly, have no dress sense either.
- People shouldn't mistake being a rebel without a cause for being unique. Really unique people don't have to try to be unique. And don't refer to others as "sheep" just because they don't fit your view on how everyone ought to be a special snowflake. They might be wearing this season's fashions, and yes that might be rather shallow, but you are dressed like and act like an idiot and you are going to look back on this in many years and want to burn all photographic evidence.
- I am really impatient to get back to university. I never thought I'd enjoy it this much.
- Why is it so hard to find someone with my interests who is also attractive, funny and into me? Why are all the men who find me attractive creepy perverts? Is it the boobs? Because as annoying as that is, they're not going anywhere, I love my boobs.
- You are not nearly as funny, intelligent or attractive as you think you are. Everyone thinks you're an ass.
