It's Official

I'm late.

On TV, that means so much. It's always nice and dramatic. Jack's wife even pulled it on Lost last week. Too bad it means squat for me.

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No Guns Left Behind Corner (aka Bitch-o-ny Corner)

Okay, so here's the deal. My best friend at work, Jason, sits right next to Bethany, the most annoying kid in the world. I really, reeeeally like talking to him, but everytime I do, she annoys me by making some lame-ass comment about something. So I really think maybe I shouldn't talk to him because I know in time I am bound to make a rude and insulting comment from the built-up annoyance I have and then no one will have my back. I've seen it a million times on America's Next Top Model.

Anyway, today she annoyed me for two reasons:

1. Jason and I were talking and he was talking about someone talking to a 3-month old on the PHONE and she said, "Well, it's a known fact that babies of that age can recognize voices." WHO THE FUCK CARES? The point isn't that she's full of useless comments. Sure, she may have a photographic memory for all I know, but I don't want useless facts thrown into my conversations. Sometimes I want to talk about Jack's hair on Lost without her mentioning the philosophical aspects of John Locke. Grrrrr.

2. When I commented about waiting in line for 1 cent stamps, she said condescendingly, "Doesn't your post office have a stamp machine? You wouldn't have had to wait in line." WOULD I STAND IN LINE IF THE POST OFFICE HAD A MACHINE? AM I AN IDIOT? Now I officially hate her. I was reserving that emotion for when my blood boiled and at 8:19 AM this morning my blood could have cooked a hot dog.