So I log on to gtalk and am greeted by my unnamed friend thus:
Friend: bingying is a fatsyass bitchface
Me: aho
Friend: why’re you such a bitchface?
Me: …
how does one answer a question like that
Friend: by being honest with oneself
by peeling away all those layers of fat and deception
by looking at the mirror, and seeing what’s really there
it’s not your fault dear, what you see is really a self-preservative mechanism
but it’s time look past that, and see what really is there
what, really, makes you a bitchface??
This is what I get for getting this person a job AND Abercrombie & Fitch T-shirts?!!?!? Tamade! On the bright side, we’ve now all received detailed instructions on how to answer the question Why Are You Such A Bitchface.
I’m taking a break from work to blog and I’m going to bill the client for it regardless. This is my rebellious act of the day. Go me!
I got an invite to the Lich King beta!!!
Not that I’ve been playing much at all and not that I’ll have time for it in the next 3 weeks, but it’s nice to feel special =D
Today is our company’s yearly outing to a baseball game. I’ve skipped out on this the last 3 years because I don’t give a shit about baseball and I’m not interested in socialising with most people outside my department.
Last night we go out for drinks and these people keep asking me if I’m going to the ball game. And when I tell them no they give me the standard disappointed look and the obligatory why not. So I tell them the easiest reason I have - I don’t like baseball. Which is true. I really don’t f***ing like baseball. I guess I never tried to watch a game and I don’t know how it works, but I don’t really care to try. This is when people try to tell me, it’s not about baseball, it’s about hanging out and getting drunk.
At this point I’m just like … Leave me alone ok, if you REALLY want to know why I’m not going, it’s because my personal time is so bloody precious, I’m not going to waste it doing something I don’t find interesting, especially not when none of the people I enjoy spending time with is even going to be there. And yes, that means that I just don’t find you in particular worth carving out my personal time for.
It turns out that I have to work all this weekend anyway. I like how people sometimes try to make it sound like it’s my fault that I have to work on weekends. It’s not my fault ok, and you’re not doing anything to help, so f*** off and go watch your stupid baseball. Jeez.
