If the GOP and the Bush administration in particular have taught me anything (aside from the obvious that, yes, true evil does exist) it's the value and effectiveness of staying on point.
So....in that vein.... I fucking hate people. They are the worst.
There are reminders literally everywhere. Everywhere.
At work- Yes, by all means, fatass, take the elevator down one floor. Obviously, the rest of us don't have a fucking life to lead. And even if we did, it wouldn't matter to you would it, bitch! Nothing is as important as your comfort and convenience. (I know I've railed about this before but it bears bitching about again I think.)
At the gym- Bitch, if you think that water bottle and pink towel saves this treadmill for a half an hour so you can go change, you are tragically mistaken. And please say something or give me a dirty look when you come to retrieve your shit off my machine cos I desperately want to discuss the matter. It's not like you are going to run anyway. You're probably gonna just walk 2mph and watch some fucking cooking show or read a magazine anyway. If you wanna stroll, there's miles of fucking sidewalk right outside.
At home- Oh you did not just take the last english muffin and not take another package out of the freezer! Oh yes, you did. You fucker. Now I have to eat a chocolate chip cookie with cream cheese frosting for breakfast. When I can't fit into my hotpants- it's on you mutherfucker.
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