or if I'm just pissed that nobody issued me a similar, lifelong pass.

I have to cop to this one too.

it was shocking how quickly the folks who bitched behind her back disappeared

Ooooh...I hate being thrown under the bus at work, but hey. It's work. Don't stand near to the bus.

Socially, however? Spittingly mad.

Sometimes I get really mad at the "it's just his way!" people.

The last time someone said this to me, I replied that my way was to get damn pissed off about his way. 'Cause let's face it--if they get a "way," so do we.

I know a guy from volunteering who I've nicknamed "douchetastic." His friends in the group excuse his behavior and say, "he has a good heart." My comeback was, "well, I've never seen it." I've only seen him be abrasive, entitled, and lazy as shit while taking credit for others' work. The first time my sister met him, he went on a massive rant about Roy Williams (college basketball coach, "betrayed" Kansas by taking the job at UNC), disparaging his character, calling him a liar, and something about the blood of the righteous flowing in the streets, IDEK. He finally walked away and my sister looked at the rest of us and asked brightly, "Can I set him on fire?" And she's not even a Carolina fan.

He is slightly more aware than I'd given him credit for, though. My sister gave him a look for some dumbass remark, and he said, "Don't give me that look. That's the look your sister gives me."

If it quacks like an asshole...

I replied that my way was to get damn pissed off about his way. 'Cause let's face it--if they get a "way," so do we.

That reminds of the movie where one of the female characters pulls a gun on her boyfriend, because her rape fantasy was to kill her attacker before he raped her, so he can fuck himself raw if she was having any part of being forced into playing the "role" he needed.

Socially, however? Spittingly mad.

I felt pretty betrayed, to be sure.

AIms, that is wack and so far beyond rude that it isn't even measurable anymore. There's showing up late. Ok, things happen. There's not ordering if you aren't hungry...but then you just don't eat. You don't eat other people's food, and if they *offer* and you accept then you chip in. I call shenanigans on them and decree that no further invites shall ever be extended.

Aims, as soon as I started reading about your birthday dinner, I knew exactly who it was going to be. Oh, as usual, dear.

Seany - nice to know some things haven't changed, huh?

What I am getting is this: [link] on a black t-shirt.

Woot! I was hoping it would be a Karen Hallion shirt. Her designs are always fabulous, and so perfect for Buffistas.