15. A description of the person I dislike most.
GOD HOW DO I EVEN START. This spoiled 25 year old drives a BMW, lives, and travels almost entirely on his parents’ dime but I guess that’s just what happens when you’re rich and an only child. He is not a hard worker but keeps up the appearances of it, because he’s not super competent at things like Microsoft Office programs for example. He only comes into work 3-4 days a week and keeps no one abreast of his schedule / when he’ll be in. The only way I know he’s in is the loud personal phone calls he makes while propping his skinny legs up on his desk while he yammers with his door open. On the weekends he is a hybrid: one part tank top wearing skateboarder, one part womanizing, bar-hopping pseudo-hip hop asshat. He thinks he went to he greatest university in the world but in reality he went to a shitty public state university just like me. Whenever he used to kiss me, his scruff was so sharp it hurt my skin. He is as much of a liar and as fake as a self-conscious faux-hipster teenage girl.