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i am weird, fabulously old, lonely, crappy, hostile, boring, introverted, TOO cool, round, schizophrenic! i am everything my friends want me to be!
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i met a real bitch today.

i was trying to get to the inner seats at KFC.
but there's this tray sticking out from the table beside.
i tried to clear the way by pushing the tray aside
and rude bitch pushed it back out again.
stupid her.
and i ended up knocking the tray over
but only the plastic spoons on the tray fell to the ground.
i apologised. and i guess everyone sees me as a clumsy FAT girl.
nvm.

we were talking, doing personality tests and laughing loudly.
i saw the bitches beside glaring at us, making small conversations.
forget it.

the bitch tapped on my shoulder and asked me to get the plastic spoons for her because i dropped it.
okay.
so bitchy.



on a side note, AP said i'm weird.
shit. i feel really weird. cos someone so weird said i'm weird.
how weird can that be. =s