talking shit (natch)
have you ever yelled something rather derogatory about a particular individual as you entered your apartment, only to find them sitting in your living room? no, neither have i, but the fear of this very thing happening keeps me silent until i case the place, looking for the aforementioned grievance. after i’m convinced they’re out of earshot, i shout “you know who i hate? this fucking guy…” whoever he/she/(usually ‘it’) is…
