Cupid

So, here lately I've been lazy. And that's cool, I can dig it. Some of the people around me can't, and that's cool. If you're wondering if this affects them, the answer's yes. And yeah, that's fucked up. I just have a few things to catch up on. It'll be all good.

I hung out with my friend Melissa last night. And Meli, I know you read these things sometimes. I didn't know what to say. All I know is watching you cry makes me want to stab someone, preferable the person who made you cry. I love you more than anything on this planet. I would die for you, and even better, help you hide a few bodies in a few key undisclosed locations.

Bodily function alert: I am PMSing. Not bleeding, no, the PMS comes before the bleeding of the vagina and the not dying. So, I've been kind of cruel. Well, not kind of. I came over to my 'friends' house, and we were laying here watching T.V. and he was laying on this pillow. It occurred to me that I didn't want him laying on that pillow. Don't ask why. Just don't. So when he got up I snatched it up and put it somewhere else. Wasn't even using it. When he layed back and noticed it was missing, he asked why I moved it, so I said, "So you couldn't lay on it."
"Wait, what?"
me, "You looked uncomfortable."
He answered, sarcastically, "yeah. I was SO VERY uncomfortable."

We laughed. He called me an asshole. It was beautiful.