I used to work with a “What?!” “Really?!?” “Oh My GOD?!” person. Sometimes, if someone she knew was around, she’d explain what on facebook had her in a tizzy.
It was like nails on a chalkboard. Constant rocks being flung through the fragile windowpane of my concentration.
My friend dated that person. It was Twitter though. We’d be hanging out and his partner would be like “NOOOOOO” and I immediately dreaded the incoming onslaught of Twitter drama bullshit.
I used to work with a “What?!” “Really?!?” “Oh My GOD?!” person. Sometimes, if someone she knew was around, she’d explain what on facebook had her in a tizzy.
It was like nails on a chalkboard. Constant rocks being flung through the fragile windowpane of my concentration.
My friend dated that person. It was Twitter though. We’d be hanging out and his partner would be like “NOOOOOO” and I immediately dreaded the incoming onslaught of Twitter drama bullshit.