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[froodle]

So Johnny has stolen my director's cut of Watchmen and tried to indoctrinate Hayley and the Prawn into its wonderment. Hayley is refusing to like any movie where one superhero is a rapist and another one is a ginger. Prawn is offended that the ginger dies in the end, because it's racist or something. Johnny's standard response to anyone talking to him is falling to his knees and going "NOOOOOOOOORRAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!" This is why we can't have nice things.

Also, I went into town today to meet up with an old friend from college, and when I was coming back I saw this girl who had made my life an absolute misery in highschool, and she looks like an absolute mess and it made me really happy. I know that makes me super-petty, but I can't bring myself to care.

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[scheherezhad]

Ahahaha, I get really happy when I see awful people from high school who look bad/worse/awfuller now. The only one I haven't seen but wish I could is this girl who was my best friend for several years. She was a horrible friend, though, and I finally got fed up with it and cut ties. Everyone I know has seen her around at least once in the last 10 years, except for me. My parents saw her a month or two ago at a restaurant and reported back to me that she's gotten so much fatter that they wouldn't have recognized her if she hadn't been there with her mother.

So even though I haven't seen it, just knowing she looks like that gives me a vindictive little thrill. Especially since I gained a fair bit of weight during uni but lost it all again. *PETTY*

[froodle]

It's so satisfying! I only twigged to who it was because she walked past my friend and I twice and gave us filthy looks both times, so we were trying to figure out which of us knew her, and when I realised I was like, "Holy shit! I remember when she looked like a human being instead of a giant mess of pure sourness drenched in greasy bitter gravy!" I managed to hide most of my epic smugness, but inside my thirteen-year-old self was yelling "UNLUCKY!"

Ahh, that's even better - when they look worse than you did last time you saw them and you've improved. I was out with Hayley during Race Week, and she was all dressed up and looking gorgeous as befits a racer's arm-candy, and we walked past this spotty, haggard mess who was screaming at four snot-nosed feral carpet apes, and Hayley started giggling to herself and it turned out that this is the girl who beat the shit out of her and stole her phone when she was twelve. Now she's a vile harriden and Hayley's looking fab in high heels and a leather jacket with a hot guy on her arm. KARMA.