The girl in the carrel next to me is cursing under her breath and it's getting kind of scary. She's going on and on about the "fucking noise". We're in the Library. If she thinks it's loud, she can fucking well buy earplugs, or use headphones like the rest of us sane, logical people. Or she can get a frickin' grip.
Bitch, please.
I'm glad she went away, even though I'm leaving to go to class now.
Bitch, please.
I'm glad she went away, even though I'm leaving to go to class now.