- Nov 17, 2004
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what the hell is it with people and their fake laughs these days? hell, fake personalities, fake smiles, just FAKE.
i've been around for a while. i know when you find something funny and when you are totally pushing your laugh, and you know what? they sound completely different. you sound like an idiot either way, but when you push out that "HA HA HA" peice-of-sh1t Tin Man laugh, you can kindly find the nearest fire hydrant and kneel down in front of it and open your yapper so I can open it full blast and watch your sorry ass cartwheel across the street.
don't humour me. because i don't care, really. i'd rather you walk on by than stop and ask me how my weekend was, only to be presented with your half-turned-away, half-interested stupid face that squeezes into that stupid smirk as you offer your bullsh1t laugh when you feign interest in something you probably didn't even hear me say.
so shut the hell up. the next time i want to hear from you, i'll pull the little ring attached to the string that is hanging from your back and listen to one of your stupid-ass canned responses. i don't need validation from you to know that i'm among the office socials. if i could completely enclose this cubicle, i would - mainly so i wouldn't have to hear you trail off as, while walking by at light speed, you attempt to offer some form of friendly banter. what's that? i only heard the first two words. by the time you finished, your ugly ass was already sitting down reading a magazine again.
i've been around for a while. i know when you find something funny and when you are totally pushing your laugh, and you know what? they sound completely different. you sound like an idiot either way, but when you push out that "HA HA HA" peice-of-sh1t Tin Man laugh, you can kindly find the nearest fire hydrant and kneel down in front of it and open your yapper so I can open it full blast and watch your sorry ass cartwheel across the street.
don't humour me. because i don't care, really. i'd rather you walk on by than stop and ask me how my weekend was, only to be presented with your half-turned-away, half-interested stupid face that squeezes into that stupid smirk as you offer your bullsh1t laugh when you feign interest in something you probably didn't even hear me say.
so shut the hell up. the next time i want to hear from you, i'll pull the little ring attached to the string that is hanging from your back and listen to one of your stupid-ass canned responses. i don't need validation from you to know that i'm among the office socials. if i could completely enclose this cubicle, i would - mainly so i wouldn't have to hear you trail off as, while walking by at light speed, you attempt to offer some form of friendly banter. what's that? i only heard the first two words. by the time you finished, your ugly ass was already sitting down reading a magazine again.
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