Ouch and Stuff

It sucks to be Hallway Boy because he won't stop calling, texting, and doing whatever he can on a fairly regular basis to get me to respond, and it's all to no avail.

You see, I don't give a shit about him. In fact, I think he might possibly be the biggest asshole I've ever met in my entire life, and I've no interest in ever speaking to him again. And all this time that he's putting himself out there to capture my gander, I smirk, smite, and snicker.

I know it's awful that it gives me such pleasure to know that it is driving him abso-fucking-lutely bananas that I haven't responded to his month-long attempts to get my attention, but let's be real. He deserves it.

And the best part about it is that I've never felt more powerful in all my life. So keep at it douchebag, cuz every single time you send me a text I'll never respond to, my ego grows a little bit bigger while yours shrinks a little bit smaller.

The end.

~k