A few weeks ago I realized I ran out of Pop-tarts so I decided to just get some at school. While I was standing in the line waiting to pay I couldn't help but over hear the 2 freshman girls in front of me. The conversation went like this:
girl 1: "And so I sent her a message on Myspace tellin' that bitch to watch herself because like I ain't dealin with it"
girl 2: "Like totally she best watch herself because I'll kick that hoe's ass"
girl 1: "Yeah, and then she was like 'whatever' and I was like 'fine be in the hater club' "
girl 2: "Who needs these fuckin' haters I'm so tired of them"
Yeah, everyone wants to be like you and we all hate you and we decided to make a The H8r Club. Because bragging about telling bitches off on Myspace is the coolest thing ever! After seeing them in the breakfast line I went out and got a fake tan, bleached my hair blonde, and then paid $80 for a pair of ripped jeans that are too small for me. Ugh, public school system at it's finest.
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