Reach out and touch someone…
26 February 2007
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Current Mood: contemplative
The high point of my weekend?
oh, you drama queen! 300 pages? in what alternate reality? that was like 75, 100 pages top. in fact, i don’t think it even qualifies as a phonebook — it was more like a deluxe pamphlet…perhaps a particularly lengthy brochure.
also, it’s not like i aimed for your dick. if a woman throws a phonebook at you, you’re supposed to, you know, DODGE! it’s not my fault you have the molasses-like reflexes of a caveman.
also, what about the time you bloodied my nose? did i write a whiny blog about that? you bet your whiny emo ass i didn’t!
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Of course you didn’t! Because then you’d have to explain that I bloodied your nose with my crotch! Or what about when I almost blinded you with a sock? Or scarred your leg with my talons? I may walk away from every weekend with some bruises, but I think I’m still winning the war. Don’t fuck with Ludo. 🙂
oh, you mean that time you bloodied my nose and then cried about it because you felt so bad for hurting me?
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You can tell that lie as many times as you want. It doesn’t get any truer. You’re about one flippant comment away from earning your very own tub cobra.
now now ,, do I have to seperate you 2…… and Ben it was a small book… Sarah you did fine falling on your knee and then falling off the toilet by yourself,, Doesnt Nick look cute in red lipstick on a bitchin cadillac 🙂