i feel like you don’t quite care.

 

and you, you’re always sarcastic though you say you’re not.

 

you gross me out when you trudge all around the office, sitting on tables and gossiping, muching on food as the fat spills out from your jeans.

 

you’re so childish i can’t believe you’re 25. and i roll my eyes everytime i hear you on the phone in that pixie voice.

 

you touch my stuff one too often.

 

you’re so stuckup.

 

you ought to grow some backbone.

 

you need to be less lazy and stop flooding me with work.

 

you should start standing up for yourself.

 

you need to stop reading my blog cause knowing you do somehow disgusts me.  

 

you need to stop behaving like a i-know-it-all bitch. just cause you have it doesn’t mean others can’t. and you need to lose weight.

 

 

and eileen, you need to stop complaining about random people.

but since it’s your blog, you’re forgiven.

 

 

 

just not in a good mood lah. emoticon