This blog developed out of boredom while at my internship, so it goes to say that a lot of what I talk about will be about my stay there. Let me just say this:

I hate it there. I hate the people. I hate the cheesy tribal masks on the walls. I hate that no one there recognizes how fucking cool I am.

Today I had to help one of my superiors with a package. As soon as I walked into her office the smell of onions smacked me in the face. I was embarrassed to be in the room with her, in the midst of her stench, while she pretended it was business as usual.

It reminded me of this time I was hooking up with this guy, only to find out he was harvesting his own dick cheese. I mean, I  get it… everyone wants to eat organic and go green or whatever, but let a girl know what’s up first! When I looked at him in disgust he acted like nothing was out of the ordinary.

How is it that someone that emits such a foul odor has the nerve to act like I’m beneath them? I wanted to scream at her, “At least wash your fucking armpits before you try and step to this, trick.”

She doesn’t know I have a list for people like her. It consists of people who fuck with me whether it be at work, at my internship, and pretty much anywhere else. The years may pass and they may forget about me, but I don’t forget about them. One day it’ll be their turn to be crossed off the list.