//So, [Fuckwit]'s coming up this month sometime...//

Yeah, I know. She's told me twice already, but apparently has the memory of a grape. Or else she's using it to piss me off, which is entirely likely.

And of course, even though she knows Fuckwit and I can't stand each other, she gets offended when I say I probably won't be around much. She uses the...//I know you two don't like each other, but can't you get along for me?//.

No, no we can't. Because everytime I see the guy the bile rises a little higher in my throat. And the thought of him spending three days living here makes me want to stab my eyes in with a rusty paring knife. But of course I can't say no, because then I would be an even bigger bitch than I already apparently am [//You always like being right, don't you?!//].

I will be civil, and nice, even, but dammit, I'm not going to like it!