Well it's 9:22, far earlier than i've been awake in a long time. came home to find "pretty kevin", as she calls him, in kristen's bed. my god i hate that greasy little man.
I really hate it when they do that.
I know I have a lot of beefs, but dammit that's me. Maybe I'm not as easygoing as Mike, but as great as he is, he doesn't give as hard as i do either. granted, it's just a difference in outlook, but he wouldn't do things I'd do for my friends, simply because it wouldn't occur to him to do it- buying cards or presents, making things, stuff like that, just for the hell of it. On the other hand, he doesn't take hard at all- in fact, he takes hardly anything, even from me. I don't know how I'd rather be, but I know how I am- those I like, I protect tooth and nail; those I don't like, that vast multitude of people, can take a running jump off a cliff. I might even push them off.
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