Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

I generally try to avoid posts like this one, but you have no idea how much I want my coworker Sirena to simply SHUT THE FUCK UP. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen. Ever. Maybe one of those jaw-wired-shut diets? Otherwise, my impulses get progressively more violent each day, and the damned thing is that I actually like her; I just want her to occasionally stop talking (especially to her mother on the telephone). Today's fantasy involves her teeth and my foot, in case you're wondering. She actually said to me one day, "I was quiet growing up, so now I'm making up for it." !!!. Ghetto is as ghetto does, no matter how many college degrees you have, sweetie.