But people are really getting on my nerves. Especially the 33-year-old men who may or may not work in my office and may or may not smell like they caked on women's baby powder fresh deodorant and still never wash their hair or scalp. The horror--the torture. Perfumy stench and dirty scalp stench. I wish I could die.
Just to be clear--you make me want to kill myself. And it's not just your stench. It's also the fact that you never do your job right and you never pay attention to anyone but Karly (which only bothers me when you awkwardly drool over her and ignore all of the work-related conversations we have) and so many other things. But the stench is a really big part of it, too.
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