I spent the afternoon wandering around The Ex. As always, I had a super time with my boss, looking for free stuff and testing weird machinery. We each had a fingernail pained with flowers and we ate stupid amounts of bad-for-you food. My boss especially loved the belly jiggling belt that makes the claim that 10 minutes of jiggling=600 sit ups. Riiiiight.
She said it tickled like mad and that she really, REALLY wants one for Christmas. I’ll pass that message on to Santa.
Then we went to a house party and I was the only person with visible tattoos (and potentially the only person with tattoos at all) and that’s always fun. I wasn’t going to stay at all but I was offered a beer so I stuck around for a few minutes. Then I walked home. Details, details.
Ok, so, not that I am in any position to give lessons on manners, but I have to say that speaking ill of a person who’s very recently died is in poor taste even if it’s a person you dislike immensely. Even if it’s a person you hate and that everyone knows you hate. All the more reason to shut the fuck up and keep it to yourself and be the good, decent, respectful, big person you really are capable of being.
(re: last paragraph)
Especially when you’re the owner of an enormous website and even better: A MOTHER and role mother, for FUCKS SAKE YOU STUPID WHORE.
I can’t say that I disagree, Gillian. :)
Or Caitlin, for that matter.
Whore? Gillian honey your being TOO kind! More like C**T!
I will forever blame her for pushing him over the edge… Because of her and what she did *I* lost MY best friend. Granted had it not been that eventually it would have been someone else of course. However I prefer to blame her!
This is sad.
Unfortunately I’ve heard her speak ill of the dead on more than one occasion. Very cruel.
600 situps? I wanna strap one of those to every inch of my body!