You are not hot. You could be though, if the expression on your face didn’t embody Cold War Era U.S.S.R. I mean, you’re built as close to Barbie as physically possible without surgical alteration, right down to the heels that you wear that contort your feet into permanent tiptoes. I think most women would kill to look like you.
From the neck down.
From there on up to your scalp you exude the aura of a sociopathic S.S. officer. Oh and your brisk, choppy stride? That does not make you look dignified or sophisticated, although I expect that you think it does. It makes you look like a cut thrat mega bitch who would gladly kick Oliver Twist into the gutter if he came to you asking for spare change. The 6 inch long nails don’t really help your image either, although I must admit, your new spring wardrobe of stiletto pumps (in lieu of the knee high stiletto boots) and the switchover from all black to the occasional very dark navy jeans does soften your image enough that I don’t think you’ll pull out my finger nails with glee if you were ever to somehow read this. You’d likely pull them out much more morosely than I first assumed. I hope you manage to thaw that icicle that props up your face before the KGB abducts you and appoints you as head matron of Siberia or something.
Disclaimer: Sorry, I know this might seem a bit venomous, but if you’ve ever been forced to sit in a room with someone who has the ability to make you feel miserable and angry just by their very presence, you might understand. I was in a pretty good mood this morning until I saw said Russian flouncing her way down the sidewalk like she was queen of Rozier. In all seriousness, I think she might be the love child of Cruella DeVille and Stalin’s great nephew or something. I seriously feel like all the color drains out of the world when she walks through it. Meanwhile, she probably doesn’t even know my name, nor does she give one flying fart about my opinion of her general vibe so I’m sure my occasional scribblings are of no consequence.
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2:30 pm
Oh…I have someone I could write about with equal venom, but I’m so vain I’m sure she reads my blog daily and scrutinizes it to extract any snide comments that refer to her!
6:10 pm
oooooooooooooooohhh sneak us pics~!!!!
7:30 pm
oh yeah, I’m with Jenn, I want pics. lol. does your cell phone have a camera?
BTW, I love your description of her as Cruella DeVille’s love child. As I was reading your description that’s EXACTLY the song that was going through my head.
No, it’s not nice, but then again, frequently we’re not nice and that’s what the freedom of blogging is about: saying what you want to get off your chest.
11:16 pm
Gosh!
You really hate her don’t you?
11:27 pm
Cruella DeVille’s love child is a classic!
3:09 pm
My phone has buttons that occasionally fall off and the only numbers in it are CB’s cell, our house number, CB’s parents, CB’s closest friend with a car and my only friend so far The Dentist, and he lives in Brussels so we only hang out during class time.
I really don’t use my cell for much so right now all it has to do is function. It’s second hand. Therefore, no camera phone. I did take my digital camera to class today, because I do so enjoy completing any requests that my following makes of me, but there was just no way I could take a picture of the Russian without being waaay too obvious. I’ll keep working on it though.
And no, I don’t hate her. I hate what she does to the general camaraderie between 20 people all with one goal.
5:14 pm
Sorry for the lack of comments lately - sweet fancy Moses woman, could you post more frequently?
Anyhoo, I love your description of this woman. It was like a literary bitch slap.
1:03 am
i’m getting that you don’t like this woman….
10:43 pm
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