Stewing

Yes, you got under my skin. Yes, the things you said escaped my brain while I dealt with extenuating bullshit. But now, as I sit, watching you scowl at me from across the room, listening to your bitterness as it permeates from your bruised ego, I think to myself, “How the fuck dare you!” How dare you tell me that my need to brush up on rules and regulations demeans your college degree! Shit, if that’s the case, you demean my fucking degree by the way you take more than a year to finish one project that is littered with fucking mistakes. Mistakes!! And I demean your degree?!?! What the fuck do you do all day? Stew about the fact that I blog about you? Cry and moan on the inside because you fucking suck?! Blog You!