Weekly Stewings - 6/13/08

Another Week, more hate. What's fueling me this week? Here's a taste:

My motley crew of student interms. Aren't summer interns supposed to be hot girls? When I found out I was going to have four student interns under my watch all summer I was fucking ecstatic. At least 10 to 15 porn-scenarios flashed in to my mind about how I was going to creep on them all day every day. Well wouldn't you fucking know first day of summer comes up and NYU sends me the gayest, ugliest group they could possibly find. Three dudes and one chick. For the guys, I've got the fat kid with glasses, the nerdy, gay, hipster whose jeans are so tight I could probably see his cock if he hadn't gotten it surgically transformed in to a vagina along with the unassuming asian kid who still hasn't spoken a word. Sounds like a sick happy hour crowd right? As for the chick, she runs about 5'8, 165, ruddy complection, glasses, sullen demeanor. A real charmer. I had such high hopes for this group. These were going to be my people. I was going to spend the summer crafting the dudes in to mirror images of myself and fucking the girl silly every night after work. Now I just drop off a folder of shit for them to do in the morning and hope they don't speak to me for the rest of the day.

Any person that stands in front of me at the fountain in the gym filling their entire water bottle up. What the fuck are you thinking? Do you have any regard for anyone in the world besides yourself? Get a clue. You know I'm standing behind you. If you couldn't see me in your peripheral vision then you definitely heard me coughing and making loud noises behind you to make my presence known. And you may have noticed me when I moved to your immediate right and started glaring at you with my arms folded. Stand aside for two fucking seconds and let me get my water. Then you can finish filling up, you inconsiderate jerk. My workout is definitely tougher than yours and all I need is a decent sip so I'm not sure I even understand why you have a bottle. Girls on the eliptical, I get it, but be considerate. I know your spoiled brat, jap lifestyle has tought you to never think of anyone but yourself. But at least try. Finally, if you insist on being a dick than at least know the ridiculously jacked guy behind you hates your guts.