I randomly googled 'Queen Bitch', and found this song by David Bowie.
I think I shall dedicate this song/video to her. Since she's pretty pathetic at home, with no one to talk to, and no one to scream at, but me.
Sadly, I've become 'clever' by ignoring her rants and screams. Either by listening to music, or going into my room for revision. However, my retreat doesn't seem to daunt her and she has developed the habit of talking and screaming to the four walls or digging up shit she thinks would annoy me and retaliate from my Xanga Blog.
She would've stirred more reaction out of me if she had used other examples to rile me, but she keeps repeating the same shit about nipple size and Macy, which I find pretty annoying and stupid, because I no longer work there, and I've never found it shameful or disgusting to look at the tits of another girl, albeit obese.
So imagine her repeating the same shit over and over again, which either makes her look like a deranged woman, or a Parakeet.
I just hope she shuts up soon, because I really want to watch the second last episode of Beach Ball Babes on TV later at 9pm, without interruption.
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