I'm in a pretty weird mood, so here is my random thought for today:
When the lady I despise at work comes in and tells me she likes my perfume because it reminds her of something she used to wear, I want to jump out of my window--only I don't have a window. She is 58, never been married, and a real witch. I don't want to be or do or wear anything that reminds her of herself. Its my favorite perfume, damnit.
She is always comparing us, saying things like "we single girls, we have to look out for ourselves....". UGH. I'm only 28, cut me some slack. There's still hope for me. BACK OFF...
