I want to insult SOL. I so want to insult her because I have kept this feeling since yesterday after breakfast in La Bodega. I just can't stand such imbecile who thinks so highly of herself.
And so, the story goes that the bitch is now been given a Blackberry in the office (just when I was saying all Blackberry should be taken away from this surface of Earth) and she lamented to her husband that no one e-mailed her throughout the weekend.
This goes to show how pariah some people are. Super pariah. And it's just a fucking Blackberry.
I mean, she did lament about that stupid Panerai when she got it last time, about how she needs her friend to ask her what the time is in the office so people will notice what watch she is wearing.
Pariah.
Then she went on with her Ms. Know All attitude what she knows about Switzerland and its express train. She was making commentary about the type of train I was planning to take and she got it all fucking wrong. I mean, honestly, she doesn't even know a single bit about express trains in Europe to begin but she has the cock to make statement of what kind of train we are going to take yada yada yada.
Like what the fuck was that for? I just kept my gap tightly zipped, rolled my eyes to myself (ah hah, ask me how does that work) and let her make a fool of herself tho' everyone on the table thought she was right.
Pariah. Stupid. Damn fucking stupid.
She's such a pest.
And the mother of all irony, such people actually want to measure up with me. For Heaven's sake, can she see where she stands? In everything? I think I need to get her a mirror because she doesn't realise that I'm here and she's there, like WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY OVER THERE.
God!
