Drama:)

Well... yesterday I though I was worth a bottle of wine since I've been working out soo much lately:) So I drank the wine and got bored sitting by the computer.. So I though "hey, lets go to meet Tomas when he finishes work". And so I did...
I sat on a bench a few feet from the bar. I saw Tomas finishing up... and then I see Roger walking towards me... Shit... He wanted to greet me with a kiss (that's what the canarians do:P) But I pulled my head away.. He asked if somethings wrong... (this is the guy who made me feel miserable when I worked at that bar)
So I gave him a piece of my mind... EXACTLY what I think of him. I said that I don't like him... And the he really made me mad. He asked... "Why don't you like me?" And so the drama started.. I didn't yell or anything near that.
I told him that he made me feel worthless and stupid when I worked with him.. But he didn't recognize that at all, that bastard. I told him that I don't like his personality at all.
He tried to defend himself with "I'm a greatbartender!" as if that had anything to do with....anything. I answered him with "That's because you fuck 75% of all the guests you have!"
Then I told him that I felt physically sick when he was in our apartment.
He tried to blame my feelings for the beer a was sipping on.. And I told him that I've never liked him and Tomas agreed with me.
He started to disolve right in front of me... He tried to burn me one last time: "How old are you?!". According to him and the boss Ciaran those people who are younger than they are have no saying about anything... Well...I'll never ever take that someone thinks that they are better than me and get away with it without a fight. I doesn't matter to me if you're 12 or 98... Nobody treats me disrespectfully! Nobody treats anyone disrespectfully!
It would have been soo sweet if he would have cried :D And i think he was very close to punch me in the face... soo exciting ;D
I was just sooo tired of all the pretending... I've pretended to like him for two years now... waaaay too long!

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