drama, naiveté, locomotion and troll do not mix,
especially when they all come together in the form of a purple haired hoebag at your place of work
and she's all:
"cha....i'm overly emotional and can't make sense of life"
which really means:
"I was rejected by someone with your level of moxie and swagger, therefore I resent you."
Then she goes all highschool on your ass with a verbal onslaught of behind the back smack jiving, which makes you think of all the fun times you had while you were ACTUALLY IN THAT AGE BRACKET AND NOT PRETENDING YOU STILL ARE (pathetic)
and then you're like "yeah, whateva..."
...and the obnoxious chorus comes in....
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