12:23 a.m.
November 25, 2005
I realized, today, my problem with you.

It's not your constant evisceration of my character, oh no.

It's that you don't treat me as a friend. I'm there for use or abuse. Never thanked, only a frustration. No apologies, I deserve no such humility. When it gets down to it, either you're being impolite or you're keeping me around longer than you need me.

We're in the middle of shit.

Happy birthday to me, motherfuckers!
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