Heyyyy

In case you didn't know, I have the maturity level of a 12-year kid. Now that we get that out in the open, I can tell you about today.

I've hated this one bitch at work for months. I started to hate her in the first few days I joined in. And today, I'm so fucking happy because my hatred was justified. Bitch is a bitch with a capital B.

I'm so happpyyyyy to know that I wasn't being irrational, well, less irrational than usual. I knew there was a reason why I fucking hate her so much! Now I'm free to show how much I hate her. Office politics and common decency be damned. It feels good to be proven right.

Too lazy to type the root of my hatred though.