Unf*ckwithable II

For those who are unaware, I did a post some time ago about being unf*ckwithable. For those of you dunces who don't know what that means, here you go again. You can't f*ck with me. I'm unf*ckwithable.

So here I sit, helping good friends with websites, and it dawns on me how much ass I kick. I'm running so low on asses to kick that I need to import colons from other countries just to meet the demand.

Nothing can stop me. Especially not the many leigions of lifers who wish bad intentions on me. Case in point: Trashey (that's a nickname). There is not enough deoderant in the world that I can put on my balls for a conversation with this woman. She's loud, she's lazy, she's obnoxious, she's a hypocrite, English is her second language and I don't think she has a first.

She spreads it around that I sleep with half the girls on the front end. Below is a list of the girls at Co-op that, according to Trashey, I may or may not be sleeping with:
- Brittaney
- Raeleen
- Stephanie
- Stephanie's friend
- Amanda
- Aleta

The sad part is, this only covers the front end. There's more girls in other departments. Impressive, hey? I'm not sure weather to be flattered, insulted, or amused. It's not even like I try to deny any of it, either. Trashey, and whoever else hears it, can think what they want. Those who know me well enough know the truth better than that anyways, so the problem solves itself.

The best is that sometimes, Brittaney or Raeleen will go along with it just to mess with her. Despite the fact that they both have boyfriends and I have a girlfriend. That's good friendship, I tell ya. Then it gets around and we all get to chuckle at it. Pathetic pepole amuse the hell out of me.

She also assumes that she can tell me what to do, which is hilarious because she thinks she's my boss. And not only is she not my boss, she doesn't even work with me anymore, and when I did work with her, I was her boss. She'll come up to me and say something along the lines of "Blair, make the quarter-to announcement", or "Get (insert name here) for me." And my typical response is "Who the hell are you?", "Chew on a brick", or "I wipe a monkey's ass with what you say / think."

3 weekends from now, and it's off to Edmonton for some West Ed action with some school buddies. Room is reserved, we're staying in the mall hotel 'cause we're pimps. Andrea: come with us or continue to live a life of mediocrity!

I'm gonna try to convince Kacey to either see "Be Cool" or "Sin City" with me tonight.

Quote For Today:
"Marge, I'm going to miss you so much. And it's not just the sex. It's also the food preperation."
- Homer from The Simpsons

I was way too harsh on my reviews of the Lloyd Banks and Ludacris CD's... I gave them another listen. The Lloyd Banks CD still isn't great, but not bad at all either. The Luda CD is actually pretty sweet. I'll try listening to the new 50 CD again, but I don't know...

I finished listening to the Obie CD, too. It rocks the monkey wrench. I have no idea what that means, but I know what I like.

Song For Today:
We All Die One Day (feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks & Eminem)
- Obie Trice

Crushed my Dad at Risk again on Thursday. Word.