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I'll make him infamous.
The person this is directed to knows who they are, and what I'm talking about. I didn't say this at te time, because, quite frankly.. I knew they wouldn't listen. They still won't. Sometimes the last thing you want to hear is the first thing you need to hear. It won't change s**t, except prolly piss them off at me just a little more. But, you know what? Right now, I don't give a solid ********.
You know, you almost had me. You had me going there for a while. You had me thinking about how I treat people, and situations, and generally about how I act. Most of all, you're right. I am an a*****e, and I am proud of it. It's one of the few things I do well. I don't have a masters degree, I don't make 200k a year. I'll never be president. That suits me just fine. Because when all is said and done, i'm still going to be me. You can ride that pretentious high-horse of yours all over the place, scraming down your orders from on high, expecting the seas to part in front of the great and terrible you. You can argue, and fight, and keep on earning that b***h reputation you've had since I met you.
Because, for all the crap you give me about who I am, and how I am, you're just as guilty. At least I own up to it. So ******** me for being me. I never asked you to like me, I didn't even ask you to try. I dont think being an a*****e makes me cute. It's just who I am. I'm not going to sit here and work myself into a self-flagellation stance of epic proportions just because you don't like me. I don't really care. I never wanted us to be all huggy-kissy-cuddly and other assorted crap. I just wanted you to realize, that just because you don't like me, or what I say, doesn't mean that I don't speak the ******** truth. I think part of you knows that, and that's why you got so pissy.
Most of the time, I'm the only person who stands up to you. Who plays you at your game. You don't like that, i've noticed. ******** me for having the impertinence to do so, I guess. At least people aren't afraid to talk to me, tell jokes with me, get along with me, say things while I'm in the room. To be perfectly blunt, I don't care if you think I'm funny. I don't care if you like me. I don't care if you orgasm screaming my name. It's not my ******** job to please you, or anyone else. So, guess who's problem it is. I'll give you a hint.. It's not mine.
On a more general note: ******** em' if they can't take a joke, not my job to make em' happy.
Really diggin this new layout. I done some good work here.
Now, to finish off my 12 hour day of hell, and look forward to makai kingdom (arrives today, booyah.) reading harry potter, and getting ******** bollicksed on wednesday. Might be a good week after all.
 Twistex · Mon Jul 25, 2005 @ 07:59pm · 5 Comments |
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