Shit Talker Betty Crocker

I don't know if it is Minnesota, if it is law school, or if it is human nature, but I've been hearing a lot of shit talkin. It bugs the shit out of me. So and so said this, blah, blah bullshit. I had an intersting scenerio play out. I was at a place and I was talking to these two people that I know. One of them, more shit comes out her mouth than goes into a John C. Crapper. I fucking hate it. Once I noticed it, I was like oh shit what could they be saying about me? So, I keep the peace with Ms. John C. just because I have to interact with her and I don't want to hate her but I do. At the same time who cares, so what. So, Ms. John C. and I were hanging out at the bar. Don't ask me why I was hanging out with her or why she even talks to me because I'm pretty sure that the loathing is mutual, but anyway. Ms. John C. always whispers to her sidekick in reassurance that her shit don't stink or something but anyway. This other person that I know Ms. John C. has talked shit about before comes up to talk to me. It was this awkward situation. Hi I'm nice to you even though I talk a whole lotta shit when you aren't around. Weird. I know that I've given Ms. John C. ammo against me, I just wonder. I hate it. Fucking hate it. I kind of like the policy of don't say anything to anyone that is negative cause it will bite you in the ass. At the end of the day, they might have to come against me in court or as a judge or I might depend on them as an in for a snoop jobby job. Bullshit I tell you. Oh the icing on the cake is Ms. John C. eluded to some things that were posted here on my blog. I don't know. Oh shit she saw me with the bomb shaker. Fuck. Ms. John C. is like master card "everywhere you want to be" but in a bad way. I guess this officially qualifies as shit talking about her. Ok Ok. I get it. I'm no better.