Stab Paper Clips in my Eyes, Please!

The big one... She's been reading the fucking vampire series by Stephenie Meyer (Twilight) and she won't shut up about the books. She even brought them in and read them at her desk while she was supposed to be doing work. Like blatantly set up camp at her desk while all of us were buzzing around, working our asses off. Well, today is opening night and she's wearing a fucking teeny bopper shirt and we're listening to the shit pop soundtrack from the fucking movie. I mistakingly told her about Trueblood on HBO and now she tries to yap about it constantly to me... Even though I told her that I don't have a chance to watch it until it's OnDemand the next day... I have to get up to open the store on time... I have yet to see her get in here on time, EVER. I guess tomorrow won't be an exception - the movie is a midnight showing. FAT LAZY BITCH!!!! I just need to take a deep breath and concentrate on the things in my life that make me happy because otherwise I will go off on her. If this sad teenage shit makes her happy, than so be it... But I wish she would shut the fuck up about it!