There's nothing quite like having it confirmed that I figured you out correctly far before it came to this situation. This is what I randomly read today, because I was on myspace and felt like checking up on people's posts.

"My roommates still pretend I don't exist. Fuckers. One was my best friend in high school, now he only initiates conversation with me to remind me to pay rent and take out the trash. I haven't managed to shoot the shit with him since November maybe. The other guy is some random dude who's friends with the first. He's abusive to his girlfriend and the first guy doesn't seem to notice.


Oh well. Like 5 months ago I fucked a girl on the couch one of em always sits on and she perioded all over it. I cleaned it up with a bleach pen, good as new, except for the smell that had to be Febreze'd. Yeah, sucked for me, but I was too high at the time to give a fuck. Worse for him since he sits in the same damn spot exactly where the mess was. I think karma works its course in subtle ways."

Hurray, you still can't communicate with people, and hurray, you're still a complete jackass. Hurray, you screwed some random chick, and hurray, for being too damn high to remember the chick. Sounds like a winning life to me.

So, thank you for demanding that I choose between you and my job, because my job is way the fuck better. Also, thanks so much for not being able to keep it up when I was feeling crazy lonely and frightened. Insert scathing witty ending comment here. I'm sure your weed addled mind can word vomit enough unintelligible and banal comments to finish out this post.