"GIRL AFRAID"
I love "grave womanly offense"... haha! Can I tell you guys, true story, a relative of mine died in a douche accident? No really. She didn't dilute what she was supposed to dilute the bejeszus out of and turned her fallopian tubes (and everything else in her lower body) to jello. So gross right? Can you imagine? Poor woman, of blessed memory. My great grandmother. Oy. I shouldn't talk about her rather unforch exit, but I mean, you guys, sometimes fiction writes itself, you know what I mean?
Anyway. Speaking of speaking ill....
I was a little iddly-wonky this morning and I just figured out why. I passed an opportunity to defend someone yesterday. I mean, I overheard something, something I knew was errant, something I knew was unclear and coming from the wrong place, and damnit, I didn't say a word. Shame on me. I know better! Not speaking up is just as bad as speaking ill, in my book. Dammit. I hate it when I fuck up like that. I mean, in my defense, there wasn't really much I could have said, but I should have tried.
Anyway. Anyway. Anyway.
I also witnessed the greatest karmic comeuppance ever yesterday, so there's that.
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Do tell, please! I love karmic comeuppances.
My own greatest one was my freshman year of collge. I pulled my car up to the full serve and the gas jockey was the bully who beat me up every single day of eighth grade. I resisted the urge to tell him I was on my way to a college class-- and that I was attended college on an academic scholarship. Hehehehe.
that is so damn funny, I can't stand it. the shame....
let it go, doll. you're a speaker upper. if there was an opportunity to really say something, you would've. you're not the kinda broad who doesn't come to someone's defense. when I've regretted not speaking up, which is also rare for me, too, I remind myself there has to be a reason. there probably is. at least, I think so.
loving this karmic comeuppance. spill, dahlink, spill.
I must say I saw the most glorious sight this morning, truly spectacular! Then had the most wonderful surprise at breakfast. That was before she said that awful thing to me. Then again her issue makes her that way.
AMY! There are some days you make me want to scream! You have made it a habit of NOT telling us more than you ARE telling us. You have this way of building staircases, but never building the next floor. We follow you up only to find our next step is into thin air.
You are a schizophrenic Hemingway.
I'm not even going to do it justice, but a douchebag former coworker of mine, who thinks he is G-d's gift to women, got pounced on by the cops about ten minutes after a huge display of douchiness in trying to hit on me and lie and just generally be a cockbag. It was priceless.
Undiluted douchiness, even. Glad you survived. Thanks for sharing.
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