CRAM IT!

There are very few instances where I can say I truly dislike someone. Sometimes people annoy you and drive you completely insane while others make you wish either you or they were further removed from any point of contact, but it rarely elevates to true dislike. This is not the case for a MOST annoying, arrogant, know-it-all colleague in my Dutch class (NOT DCG). He so overtly displays all of these characteristics it sometimes ruins the whole grand experience of phlegming my way through the class. He needs a name. Let's call him Pie-Hole, because the only thing I ever want to say to him is to shut his, or cram something down it.

Cases in point. I walk in with one of those Solero frozen yogurt frozen treats to be met with the greeting "Do you really think it's hot enough to warrant eating ice cream?" This without even a hello. Strike One. The evening then proceeds to discuss Dutch shopping lingo. I make a very harmless remark about this being my favourite topic and kiddingly urge our instructor to proceed. Pie-Hole makes yet another snide remark along the lines of "figures", accompanied by an eye-roll. Strike Two. And then came the straw that pushed the camel over the line from annoying to dislike. Upon discussing what time each of us wakes up in the morning and the class discovering I get up at 545 while XH hauls out of bed at 800 despite us being expected at the office at the same time, Pie-Hole comes out with the most insightful speculation: "Well I guess you must not have anything better to do than spend three hours on your hair". BIG, GIGANTIC, STRIKE THREE. CRAM IT ALL THE WAYYYY DOWN THE PIE-HOLE, PIE-HOLE! I retaliated with the glaring fact that my morning is spent trying to better myself with Billy Blanks then purposely left without acknowledgement of my now discerned enemy of wits. I want to take on a "Dan Aykroyd-Jane Curtin Saturday Night Live Weekend Update" approach and yell out "Jane [Pie-Hole] you IGNORANT slut" but it fails to be completely contextually appropriate and not to mention the fact it is always classier to defend with intelligence.

And not only that but DCG was held up in a meeting and couldn't make it to class, and we were all too tired and virally loaded to head to the Buddha Bar. Thus, home I went to medicate and eat sla, but didn't really mind.

Am looking forward to the weekend. It begins a week of solitude at the flat during which I plan on getting completely organised for the winter season, meaning of course clearing space for the seasonal footwear that with any luck will be acquired during the doubtlessly excellent Gonzo-tastic trip to Barcelona in two weeks : D