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How the fuck has my summer managed to be so shit? I figured at the start of June 'oh hell yeah, I get to go back home, work for the same company, but in the town where I'm from, and all my best mates are from,how could this ever be anything but amazing?'

Of course the world just doesn't want that to be the case. I get back from two years straight in Scotland, and start arguing with the family straight away, the mates are all in relationships and shit, so no one's ever about, the restaurant is shocking, and three months later, with one week before I go back to Scotland for one more year, all I have to show for it is a shirt from seeing Blink182. Granted the show was epic but it was ruined as a holiday by one person bitching and bitching and bitching, it was fucking pathetic.

I've spent the week since we got back ill, and now I'll spend most of this week working, so won't even get to say a decent goodbye to anyone because I'm skint anyway. Oh well, fuck it, it's just one year left I suppose, then I can consider myself a real adult and all these problems will pail into insignificance. Goddam it's gonna be hard eh.....

You know what being nice and considerate and friendly gets you? It gets you unpaid overtime at work. It gets you people whose main form of entertainment is to see how many times they can step on you. It gets you a boyfriend who never calls, though that may not be ALL his fault because it also gets you a telephone that inexplicably stops working after two weeks, and a suggestion that the only cure for this is to buy a new telephone. Did I mention the unpaid overtime? It gets you tired and hungry and stressed and, once you're there, it gets you forgotten.

Thank you, world, for your generosity. Look at all the things you've given me.

Dear upstairs neighbor,

I just met you yesterday. I had been oblivious to your existence till then. I work nights and don't see much daylight much less anyone that just happens to live around me in this apartment building. So I'm not sure how you justified walking up to me, demanding to know why I "gave you dirty looks" and asking if I "didn't like your dogs"?

First of all, because I work at night, I never see you or your mutts so I'm not sure how I could have ever given you a dirty look as I noticed you apparently function during the day.

Secondly, if I did happen to look your way outside at one time, I didn't realize who you were or that you were there, and the sunlight was most likely in my eyes which, being more used to low light, probably were in pain which made my face contort. Terribly sorry...

Thirdly, being someone who doesn't normally give a shit if people give her dirty looks, I kind of have to wonder what the big deal is anyway? Say I did give you a dirty look... who really gives a fuck? Does it bother you when people do that? I'd wager to say you're really too sensitive and need to grow a pair if a "dirty look" gets your panties in a twist. I remember teeny-boppers in high school throwing a fucking FIT if someone gave them a "dirty look" in the hallways. The similarity of that and your present behavior is really pretty sad...

I suppose now I do have a reason to give you a dirty look the next time I happen to see you. It's obvious to me that you're a fatass, blonde bitch with a paranoid complex developed from your pathetic self-esteem and even more pathetic need of approval and positive attention from other people (otherwise... why the fuss over a look?). I will give you and your hyperactive mutts THE dirtiest of dirty looks so maybe next time, instead of bothering me while I'm minding my own business, you go back into your apartment and slit your wrists.

And to be clear... as of 48 hours ago, I do not like you or your dogs. :dirty look:

Thanks,

The Damned Dirty Look Giver

P.S. I hope the next random person you accuse of this or that turns out to be a fucking psycho. I'd love to see your dumb ass on the news.