I don't know how anyone can talk about her boyfriend for hours. I just met up with some of my old friends and one of them has always irritated me and she kept talking about her other half throughout the entire dinner. It is amazing how she can bring him up in the most seemingly irrelevant topics. I nearly wanted to ask her: Don't you find your conversation too dry? She thinks that everything she says about him is entertaining. I was not abit amused by her actions or her exaggerated talk, only those idiots were taken in by her histrionics. I felt like taping her bloody mouth up because she was trying sooo hard to get attention. Thank goodness I managed to divert my friends' attention from her by commenting on the soccer match between Germany and Ireland that was being screened next to our table. I enjoyed excluding her from the World Cup conversation. I loved to see that look of desperation for attention on her face, her lame attempts to get their attention back. I just needed to say: Dammit, they nearly scored! And all heads would turn towards the screen to watch the replay. The wonders of World Cup :) Irritants like her ought to be the creepy crawlies in the soil for soccer players to trample on. Crush her! Let the ball hit her and concuss her!

I believe that there is always a limit to what you say about your other half. I don't think anyone can listen everyday to their friends who talk about nothing else but their other half. I suspect that her brain can only accomodate thoughts and opinions of her other half. I wanted to vomit into her dinner when she boasted about how her other half proposed to her. Sounded really corny and pathetic. And I am not eating sour grapes. I am just so damn disgusted by her full blown emotional dependance on her soulmate.

I wanted to tell her to get a life and talk about more interesting or intellectual stuff. But it is impossible to get her to do so since her brain functions for only one purpose. I am amazed with my high threshold of tolerance since I restrained myself from exposing all her dark secrets to make the dinner conversation more interesting. But there is always a limit to my patience. If she continues being an irritant, that's too bad for her. Oh fuck her.