shame on me

i saw this girl today that i used to go to high school with... she wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandalier but only where common sense took reign

*flashback*
teacher: who put that bottle in the freezer... it burst and made a mess!
hsg: um... what's wrong with putting a glass bottle full of water in the freezer?... it'll burst? i didn't know that...
*end flashback*

i hate her.

hsg is some sort of accountant now. i was walking behind her trying to hide behind my shades so she wouldn't notice me and stop to talk to me, making me feel like some sort of squat pathetic loser... luckily those extra pounds i piled on have done a great job concealing my identity from the rest of the world... *by day she's a mild mannered, chubby, writer for a semi-popular daily periodical aimed at the rich elite... by night she's still chubby but... well she's all of the above except she's usually drunk and ranting about the rich elite that she works for...*

hsg is one of those people that no matter how successful you are, no matter how gorgeous... you could be making 50 to 100k more than her a year, living in a great mansion, be married to george clooney -or- brad pitt -or- david beckham -or- {insert hunky famous actor with lots of money here} and own half of an island in the caribbean and still feel like the sludge you find that the bottom of the road after it rains... or a toad... when you stand next to her

perfect hair, almost but not quite perfect body, great job... and she doesn't even realise how fabulous she is because she's so fucking down to earth.

i repeat *glares at memory image of hsg in mind* i hate her

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