what the actual fuck

[loveflyfree]

oh. my. GOD.

there is this woman that I work with old enough to be my mother that acts like a 13 year old. and not in the fun way.

she goes to my other co-worker (who is my actual FRIEND and not just co-worker) talks shit about me and then says "DON'T TELL REGINA." which of course me friend does because. WE'RE FRIENDS. and then! every little thing that I say is analyzed for hidden meaning.

now people who know me are all... um. Regina. you do tend to get a really bitchy tone about things. yes. yes I do. which is why I tell all of my co-workers to ignore my tone because if I have a problem WITH YOU, I will tell you. otherwise it's pretty safe to assume that whatever is pissing me off is not about you. (also other times I am just completely wrapped up in my own brain and totally oblivious. SORRY.)

this woman is incapable of that. EVERYTHING MUST BE ABOUT HER. and while normally I would just talk to her and ask her what the fuck the problem is... I can't because all of my knowledge comes from my friend who was told not to tell me. SERIOUSLY. I AM 37 YEARS OLD. WHY AM I DEALING WITH THIS BULLSHIT?

okay. I just needed to get that out before my brain exploded. ugh.

Comments

[dramedy.livejournal.com]

Some people are enraging! I HATE stupid people who are just like, OMG LET ME TALK TO YOUR FRIEND. ABOUT YOU.

WTF LADY.

I have no advice or anything. Except to commiserate. and say that that lady is dumb and you are made of awesome and win and everything shiny.

Here have a drabble-y thing (Once again I hope this cheers you up and not creeps you out XD):

Fandom: AI RPF
Characters: hints of Reg/David

David looked around, and saw her. Here she was again, waiting for him like a breath of fresh air. She noticed his gaze and looked him squarely in the eye. Something hit him, in his gut, and all of a sudden he was breathless, a panting, slobbering teenager again. All she had to do was smile and he'd die for her. If he could slay her dragons, if he could just make her smile, everything would be right in the world. He looked away and then back up. She had drifted off, her eyes slightly glazed. Whatever she was dreaming about brought a smile to her pouty pink lips. This girl was phenomenal. She shook her self out of it, and went back to reading her book, cheeks bright. What had shee been thinking about? David had no idea. It couldn't be him, he was not cocky or foolish enough to believe that a girl like her would be into a guy like him.

Reg looked up from her book, and saw David fucking Cook staring at her. If she were confident she would think that perhaps he was into her, perhaps he was going to flirt or make a move. But for fuck's sake, she wasn't dumb. She knew that he was the current American Idol. He probably was need deep in ass, and god damn, the man deserved it. He was gorgeous, always with a twinkle in his eye and an easy smile on his lips. His sweet lips. Mmmm. Flushing, she realized that she'd been sort of staring off into the space right above his head. He probably though she was crazy. Great. Now he'd think she was a crazy fan. Hurriedly she looked at her friend, who was, as usual obliviously blathering on her cell phone. Great. She felt her face heat up, and hurriedly looked back down at her book.

(more when it's not dinner time, y/n?)

[loveflyfree.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOU \o/

(omg you never have to ask about writing me/david. THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS YES.)

[glockgal.livejournal.com]

HOMG TIE ME DOWN, I WANT MOAR TOOOOOOOOOOO XD XD XD

[glockgal.livejournal.com]

Duuude omg. I don't think there's anything more annoying than people with the mentalities of CHILDREN. LIKE. Gossip? REALLY?? *rolls eyes*

If there was ever a time to use that Rahm icon, this would be it, man. I wish you could print it out and smack it to her forehead.

[loveflyfree.livejournal.com]

Rahm would destroy her with a look. TRUFAX.