I've a lot of things to say... mostly about friendship and how compli-fuckin-cated it is. There are shades of gray... and even pink. Damnit. Nothing is just "as is". Everything is complex and one has to be well trained in reading between the freakin' lines just to stay afloat.
I've never understood why something so... BASIC should be so... COMPLEX. Why everything is more than meets the eye. Ch..ch..ch..ch..chuchew... (I suck at spelling sound effects...) No seriously... it's tiring maintaining friendships... it's a lot of work. Mostly, it's rewarding enough but Jesus Christ in neon leotards, most of the time it's just not fuckin' worth it. Yeah, I swore.. go... tell the bishop. GO. NOW. Before you become as WICKED and SINFUL as me. Tsk tsk.
Sigh. Yeah I'm bitter. Can't you tell? No? I know a grocery store that sells additional IQ points. You might wanna go and buy some first.
Anyhoo... alright so I'm bitter. I'm also spitting mad. No... I'm not actually spitting. That would be rude. And I'm not an alpaca. I keep digressing. Mostly because I'm still trying to compose what I really want to say.
And what I want to say is... uhm... (No Bans, I did not just give you the dirty finger... shaddap) What I want to say is that while it is HARD work to maintain friendships, the friends who are worth fighting for, who're worth slashing your wrists for, (Gawd, I hope no one asks me to do that... I have no plans of mucking up my beautiful beautiful tattoos in the name of friendship...) who're always there no matter what, who're on your side, regardless; those people make it all worth the crap and the tears and the effort.
I've a handful of real friends. A handful. Friends that have gone through the worst with me. Friends who've experienced being downwind when I passed gas and didn't care. (We all fart damnit, so do you... so don't even start...) Friends who despite the GINORMOUS list of reasons to hate my guts, still love me.
But because I'm not rich, not famous (infamous maybe... I'm the ULTIMATE Bad Influence... ), not gorgeous (pfft, if I was gorgeous, then I'd be rich, right? Like I said, buy some additional IQ already...) Anyway... because I'm not all that, I can't buy them houses and cars and fancy shit and all that other la-dee-dah stuff as my way of saying thank you for staying with me all these years...
One thing I can give them though, and I seriously believe it's worth more than 10 Bentleys or Jags... is my undying love. (Cue single tear falling slowly from right eye...)
I'm serious. I love them all. I love them enough that I'd do anything they ask of me. Like step back. Like come back to church. Like stop having sex (no... wait... ok... this is under SERIOUS consideration). Like parting with my beloved plush toys. I love them period.
And if that's not enough. Then it's not. When it starts being enough, I'll be here. Waiting. In the meantime... Ch..ch..ch..ch..chuchew...
I've never understood why something so... BASIC should be so... COMPLEX. Why everything is more than meets the eye. Ch..ch..ch..ch..chuchew... (I suck at spelling sound effects...) No seriously... it's tiring maintaining friendships... it's a lot of work. Mostly, it's rewarding enough but Jesus Christ in neon leotards, most of the time it's just not fuckin' worth it. Yeah, I swore.. go... tell the bishop. GO. NOW. Before you become as WICKED and SINFUL as me. Tsk tsk.
Sigh. Yeah I'm bitter. Can't you tell? No? I know a grocery store that sells additional IQ points. You might wanna go and buy some first.
Anyhoo... alright so I'm bitter. I'm also spitting mad. No... I'm not actually spitting. That would be rude. And I'm not an alpaca. I keep digressing. Mostly because I'm still trying to compose what I really want to say.
And what I want to say is... uhm... (No Bans, I did not just give you the dirty finger... shaddap) What I want to say is that while it is HARD work to maintain friendships, the friends who are worth fighting for, who're worth slashing your wrists for, (Gawd, I hope no one asks me to do that... I have no plans of mucking up my beautiful beautiful tattoos in the name of friendship...) who're always there no matter what, who're on your side, regardless; those people make it all worth the crap and the tears and the effort.
I've a handful of real friends. A handful. Friends that have gone through the worst with me. Friends who've experienced being downwind when I passed gas and didn't care. (We all fart damnit, so do you... so don't even start...) Friends who despite the GINORMOUS list of reasons to hate my guts, still love me.
But because I'm not rich, not famous (infamous maybe... I'm the ULTIMATE Bad Influence... ), not gorgeous (pfft, if I was gorgeous, then I'd be rich, right? Like I said, buy some additional IQ already...) Anyway... because I'm not all that, I can't buy them houses and cars and fancy shit and all that other la-dee-dah stuff as my way of saying thank you for staying with me all these years...
One thing I can give them though, and I seriously believe it's worth more than 10 Bentleys or Jags... is my undying love. (Cue single tear falling slowly from right eye...)
I'm serious. I love them all. I love them enough that I'd do anything they ask of me. Like step back. Like come back to church. Like stop having sex (no... wait... ok... this is under SERIOUS consideration). Like parting with my beloved plush toys. I love them period.
And if that's not enough. Then it's not. When it starts being enough, I'll be here. Waiting. In the meantime... Ch..ch..ch..ch..chuchew...
