I'm talking to you, yes, you!
I am so infuriated with the people who play soccer after our Karate class on Thursday evenings. They are a bunch of Persian hoodlums that think they are all hot shit, but need I remind them that they are at the Y! The Y! You can’t be hot shit and come to the Y to play soccer! Specially not at the Bayview Y.. only the spoiled rich kids hang out there. (That doesn’t include me though, 13-14 years ago the Y was the only place that my parents could afford to enroll my brother and I.)
So tonight, once again, the little hoodlums decided to take it upon them selves to announce that our “time [was] up”, it was “time to go home” and being loud and obnoxious while we were bowing out.
It’s one thing having these 18-year olds talking shit, what really gets me mad is when the Y staff responsible for the program doesn’t acknowledging their behavior and makes the whole thing into a big joke.
I may be a little girl, but don’t piss me off! I’ve perfected my dirty looks before you could even talk! And I dare you to touch me! So I’ve decided that next time I’m just going to stand in the middle of the gym and not move until I am ready to move. 8o|
And you all ask me why I hate Persians.. okay fine, wanna-be bad ass Persians!
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