- 5 years ago
- Wedding: December 2014
“Bitches be crazy.”
So, I need to complain about this somewhere.
Everyone knows that if you put a bunch of women together, you’re bound to have *some* problems, but this is getting ridiculous. There’s this girl I do shows with who thinks she is just princess of the theatre and is DEFINITELY the most talented girl ever. First of all, just because you’ve been doing shows here since you were 4, it doesn’t mean you’re the princess. Nobody is the princess, but, if there was one, it would be one of the *talented* ladies.
She is the cattiest person I have ever met and is 100% fake to your face. She spent rehearsal yesterday making fun of her BEST FRIEND for having cellulite. (not to her face, of course) I can honestly say, after listening to her backstage for 3 years, she is definitely the most terrible person I have ever met.
So, yesterday I walk out from back stage and went to sit next to my friends and she happened to be sitting a seat over talking to the people behind her. I walk up and I see that her feet are in the seat and I’m like, “Can I sit here?” (What I really meant was, “Move your feet.”) She says, “Can’t you sit over there?” I respond, “No, there’s a huge bag and a whole bunch of stuff in that seat.” She says, “Then you can sit down there.” (referring to any of the rows in front of her) If she hadn’t been acting like such an insufferable brat, I may have considered it.
So, I say, “Please move your feet.” She says, “NO, I have been standing ALL day.” I respond, “You can move your feet to the seat on your other side.”
“Fine, I’ll sit in front of your feet so we can both use the seat.” I sit down and she proceeded to try to literally kick me off the seat like a toddler would.
Then she says, “Move your FAT ASS.” Yes, please. Tell me more how I should move my 5’5″, 124 pound, FAT ass.
“Move your feet.”
“NO.” *kick kick kick”
“Fine, but don’t fart on me.” What? I wanted so badly at that moment to fart on her just to spite her, but I just couldn’t do it. Next she’ll be calling me a poopy face.
So, then her boyfriend walks up to me backstage because I am just FUMING and asks what’s wrong. I say, “OH YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S WRONG? Your GIRLFRIEND just told me to move my FAT ass.”
Later, I walk up to another girl to ask what song is coming up and she comes storming around the curtain. “YOU DO NOT TALK TO MYYYY BOYFRIEND. HE’S MIIIIIIINE. STAY AWAY.”
“Uh. Okay congrats? What song are we on?” (all of the what song questions were directed at someone else)
“NO! You don’t understand. He is MINE. Get away! You’re not allowed to talk to him.” I’m so ashamed, but I totally stuck my hand out in her face a la “talk to the hand.” She sticks her hand out and starts waving it around. I finally find out what song we’re on and she is STILL telling me to stay away.
I DON’T WANT YOUR BOYFRIEND. I have my own. Shut up.
Bah. Anyway… rant over.
OH and she’s in her TWENTIES. She’s not some 15 year old.