The things we take for granted

I met up with a very good friend the other day and we had a really awesome time catching up over wine and cheese. I had not spent time with her in eons and we just chillaxed all evening. I thought I looked quite cute in my yellow blouse and I sat there, all resplendent, and nonchalant, leaning forward on the table, with my perky chocolate boobs taking nice shape under the yellow cotton and a delicious looking cleavage revealing itself as the low scoop dipped as I leaned forward. As I sipped on my wine and stared out at the street at random Trinis going about their business, and the trio of Latin men in front of us - dirty thoughts running through my dirty mind, I sensed that someone was looking at my boobs. Yes indeed. Someone was. My girlfriend. lol. I, in all my shameless boob pride, forgot that she was a lesbian, and there she was - brazenly checking out my breasts. Her face revealed her horror at being caught and mine probably revealed the alarm at being scoped out by a woman. lol. My God! I pulled up that devious scooped neckline and sat upright in my seat after that, conscious of the visual rape that was taking place. It's bad enough when it's some lecherous penis toter. But far worse when it's a dildo toter.

Today was a mix of okay and blah. Not quite good and bad. I had to fucking spend $65US for a copy of my university transcripts and then sat in the motherlode of traffic jams, with an asshole with a faulty muffler in front of me, forcing me to keep my windows up and the a/c on for fear of dying from carbon monoxide poisoning. It could be worse. I just read a note (when you hit "reply all" to an email, this is what happens - your business is all out in the street)from some random chick who got fired cause she sent a funny penis joke to co-workers. Imagine being in a job interview and the prospective employer asking you what happened at your last job and you had to explain that you had a penchant for emailing schlong jokes instead of working. How riDICKulous is that?

My new co-worker is also trying to out-hate a hater and before I leave, I will show her what "hater" really means. I must admit, I really dislike this girl. Really. Besides looking like Red Fraggle off her meds, she just is clueless, subservient to authority aka an ass kisser, shabby and rude. I hate shabby and rude. If you're going to be rude to me, at least be divalicious and rude. At least look as good or better than I do (and today, I looked frickin' hotttt with my fat self)*. Don't be rude when your shoe heel is falling off and your hair is sporting 25 hairpins in random fashion, rather than pulled back in one neat barrette. At least it's not just me who dislikes her or I would begin to think I had a complex.

*And you can have the entire pack of chocolate wafers, chips, hash browns, cake and other such high calorie nonsense for the past 3 weeks, and not work out one iota, and still, despite the expanding gut, thighs and backside, look and feel like the best piece of ass on the planet. Here I am!