This is MY House, B Monday, August 14, 2006 [ banter 2 ]

I was @ Target this afternoon, I'm there a lot, slacking off with my boyfriend and enjoying a $2 Hot Dog + Popcorn + medium coke combo meal when I caught sight of an all-too familiar figure I'll call Mr. B. A friend of a my friends but NOT a friend of my own, Mr. B and I worked together (but not closely) once upon a time, and he pretty much annoys me by simply existing. My stomach clinched as soon as I saw him. All of our mutual friends just love him to death, talking about how sweet and adorable he is, how cute, how funny, how blah blah blah. I've given him a shot, attempted socializing with him @ group things, I even helped him get a job. My point is that I've straightup tried getting to know him to see what all the fuss is about and I've concluded that it's all hype; he's not that interesting. But as my friends enthusiasm for him has grown more and more insistant, my indifference has turned ugly into full-on contempt.

He was wandering the cereal aisle and as far as I'm concerned he might as well have been kicking puppies, having the nerve to step foot into MY territory. BITCH. Everybody in our social circle knows --- EVERYBODY KNOWS --- that Target is my thing, it's a regular joke how much time and money I spend there. It's practically my motherfucking home. If any of my friends plan to go, who do you think they call? And his bitchass dares to just show up unannounced? I'm suprised he didn't bring everyone we know along with him, trying to organize a group outing or someshit. He saw me and deigned to be all, "Oh hey" like it's no big deal that we're seeing one another (he does that everytime I'm around). Like he comes here all the time. Like it's nothing remotely noteworthy to have run into me at MY spot. I think I spit out a hello and "this is my boyfriend" (all while beaming my strongest Evil Eye) before vibing him out of the cereal aisle and effectively out of the store.

It's catty. It's so catty. Whatever. I'm sure he finds me just as annoying and probably thinks I'm just as overhyped, and that's all fine and fitting. But when you come up to my house, fucking act like you know where you're at.

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