i know your secret, bitch.

so. last night i went to the bar with work girls. lo and behold, seated at the table to my right was a group of girls that went to my high school. one in particular, who shall remain nameless, apparently still hates my guts. yes, i know, who could possible hate me and all of my awesomeness (shut up, you, i know you're naming names)? to the rest of those seated at that table, it would have been a pleasure to talk to you for a bit. to you, madam, a big wink and an "i know..."