Breakfast at Tiffany's

Random title, I know. Who cares...? NOT ME!

You should all be very aware that I am EXTREMELY judgemental of people. Some may call me a bitch, I call it strongly opinionated.

Anyways...

Don't you just hate it when you're in the middle of a class and your teacher suddenly turns on you, spewing out some demented bullshit about you drawing in class, when there is a full-on elastic band war going on behind you that he is oblivious to. I say "Sir... Who the FUCK do you think you are?!"

At break today, there was this guy, totally gorgeous and obviously gay. Every girl I talk to about it gives me a filthy look or a comment like "You're fucking insane... or just stupid." but I'm a stereotypical gay and a judgemental bitch, which means two things; One - I've got a fabulous sense of fashion. and Two - I have awesome gay-dar. He was looking at me with a nonchalant expression on his face, like he had no idea what to think of me, then again, everyone does that. I'm the obvious, dramatic capital G-A-Y gay and my best friends are the hot straight guys who play football and badminton... He was looking at me as if to say, how do you do it or something. I just looked at him, smiled, waggled my fingers and turned away.

The word FRIEND is used too often. I hate it. People are bitches (not the nice type, like me) that think that the world revolves around them, they are surrounded by 'FRIENDS' at all times. These people are not friends, they are followers. They will follow anyone with a superiority complex (much like sheep with a ram)
One day, someone will come along, knock you off your pedestal and steal your fan-club away. You are a FAD! A CRAZE! Nothing special. GET OVER IT!!!!!

Bullies at my school, leave Ebony alone. I hear that she has a bit of a schnozz, I mean... I wouldn't know because, like Medusa, I avoid having any type of eye contact with her. Maybe she likes having an enormous beak... maybe she needs it to crack hard seeds. I am from Tintown, you know where that is Pop-n-Fresh? It's on the wrong side of Congleton. I will cut your ass to shreds with the razor blades I hide in my pubic hair. I will torch your ass with the countless number of coloured lighters in my endless collection. I will fuck you up so badly that the doctor will not know how it happened and your own mother won't be able to identify the body. Leave Pinnocchio girl alone.

I am an impulsive bitch, which means that if you cross me, I act on my inner feelings, which usually are anger and frustration and will lead to me ripping out your tongue with a blunt pencil.

Sweet dreams guys!

Your Seedy Conversationalist.
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