Monday, October 30, 2006
Dear Idiotfaced Retardheaded Weaseljack....

.....Perfect Guy......

Ok.

So MAYBE...just MAYBE...I was kinda supposed to maybe be over you sort of.

But would you PLEASE stop finding NEW WAYS to be perfect?

He cooks.

He's been a navy cadet.

He drums, in a band that's doing WELL.

He's thoughtful, he remembers obscure things that you tell him at random.

He's got style.

He's intelligent.

He's a gentleman (PULLS OUT BLOODY CHAIRS FOR YOU).

He has MORAL VALUES (Rare in these parts!).....


I hate him SO much!!!!!!!!!!!

I wish he'd HURRY UP and get with blonde bimbybot chick and stop giving me hope.

I'm starting to hate hope. It's this horrible little monster that gradually eats away your vital organs.....you FEEL the warmth at first and feel good.....

Without realizing that it's slowly, slowly burning your heart.