Good morning, and as always, happy Monday. By the time you have begun to read this blog, I am already happily at work filling out piles of paperwork while listening to pandora and sipping on my yummy latte. Recently, the barista at my new Starbucks learned my name and BOC (beverage of choice). However, April at the Gibsonia Starbucks still holds a strong place in my heart as she always draws lovely designs and calls me pretty every single time that I see her. Who doesn't like to be called pretty? Anyways...
This blog will be calling out a few fine (just kidding) individuals for their overall dis-service to the world around them. Without any exaggeration, the mere fact that people like this actually exist in our realm is absolutely sickening.
Two weeks ago, I said I would be calling out anyone that made me mad. Don't say I didn't warn you.
It has recently been brought to my attention that an immature individual likes to talk about me as much as she breathes. I have never done anything but nice deeds for this person and rather than trying to come up with a reason that she decided that she dislikes me, I've focused on why she feels the need to talk about me or anyone else for that matter. Here is what I have come up with: her life sucks, she is boring, no one likes her, at some point perhaps someone has talked about her and she feels the need to pass the torch, her parents didn't teach her proper manners, daytime television drama got the best of her imagination or perhaps she enjoys fashioning entertaining yet fictitious stories in her stupid mind. Whatever the reason may be, sorry about your luck, but you're getting called out.
If you want to talk about me here are some things you could say: I am loud, cannot handle my liquor, can't keep a boyfriend, obsess over my job, shop too much, and cannot stand children in any way. I have plenty of faults, so I suggest you select one of those next time you feel the need to talk about me, instead of making up absurd stories that everyone you are telling a)knows are simply false and b)tells me about your accusations and we giggle.
At some point, I encourage you to look around and realize that no one else in your age group still bad mouths people, or makes up ridiculous stories about them. Habits like that are a bit outdated for people in their 20's. In fact, I feel bad for your childish ways and anyone that voluntarily chooses to associate themselves with you.
Moving right along....
Just to give everyone an idea of the messed up individuals that frequent shopping malls, I give you this story. A very great friend of mine was recently helping a customer pick out jeans at her retail job. She told the woman that she thought she would like the jeans because they were not low-rise. The woman replied, and I am not joking, "when you have a fat stomach like yours, it's nice to have something to hide it."
For the record, my friend is not fat. She is skinny, short, and one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. If I was a bystander to this conversation, I would have told this woman about herself. This is the world we live in.
For anyone that is a South Hills Village shopper, please allow me to encourage you to go ahead and NOT eat at the "I Love Yogurt" venue in the mall. Two Friday's ago when I was so hungry that I contemplated eating my own arm, I headed over to the food court at approximately 8:45p.m. When I arrived at "I Love Yogurt" and ordered a salad (yes, they have salads, I know the name can be deceiving), I was told that they could not serve me any food because they were closing. I said, "I'm actually staring at a bowl of lettuce, can I just have some of that?" I was denied.
I am the epitome of this business, I love yogurt and I also love salads. Now, I love passing their establishment to get a salad elsewhere. Just incase you needed another reason to boycott this establishment, one of their cashiers tells idiotic jokes and has the most dry sense of humor of anyone I've ever met. I once watched him deny an elderly woman of a napkin then crack up before giving it to her. Good one, you jerk, she didn't know you were kidding.
Those are the only negatives that I have for now, but if people continue to piss me off on a regular basis... I'll continue to post about them. No shame.
Shout out to my BFF in the whole wide world on her 25th birthday this week! I love you and I will see you soon to celebrate!
Also, congratulations to Jeff Jackson who is moving to Kentucky this week for a promotion with Mercedes Benz. You'll do great, love you!
I'll write next week, but in the meantime,
Keep talking about me, you're making me famous,
Xoxo
