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7/15/05 11:29 am

Me:

"Okay, see ... for me, tequila is about the same as olives. I'm never going to like olives. It doesn't matter what kind they are or how they're prepared. You could bring me the world's finest gourmet olives and I still wouldn't fucking like olives. So you're offering me this really fine, expensive tequila, and I believe you when you say it's some quality shit ... but I still don't want a shot of fucking tequila!"

Wallace:

"... yo, I'd eat olives if they got me fucked up."

3/25/05 03:15 am - twisted logic.

I had a lot to say on one topic in particular, but I think this sums up just about every point I wanted to make:

Some people seem to believe that "true friends stab you in the front" ...
when really, a true friend doesn't stab you at all.

12/30/04 02:17 am - you have such a wonderful scar, dear.

"i was such a happy-go-lucky kid."
"yeah.
and look at us now.
where are we? jaded."
"cynical."

"... i gotta write that one down, dude, before i forget it, 'cause i will, right when i want it."



i didn't,
because none of us seem to ever forget that.

12/25/04 11:02 pm

aHA, fuck you. this is mostly your fault. thanks for opening my eyes to how selfish my "friends" can be.



i used to let you inside my head a little bit. somehow i actually fooled myself into thinking it was a cathartic exercise. i kept making that mistake repeatedly for several years until i learned my lesson. all i'll give is my expression, and keep your psychological evaluations and unfounded hypotheses to your fucking selves. i'm fucking sick of this "i'm just being honest" cop-out. honesty is worthless without tact and common sense, and you're welcome to disagree ... but quite simply, i won't consider someone a friend who won't practice at least some tact. some of you are a real bunch of fucking neanderthals, and i'm embarrassed to have let you into any part of my life. grow up ... or don't, call me a bitch for saying it, and have fun out there trying to make it in the world.



sad part is, you probably will, cheating and stealing all the way to the bank. the question is, can you live with yourself? 'cause i won't live with you.



this journal isn't really meant to be read from a friends list. it can be. but you might miss the meaning that i intend for you to find out from what I put in here.
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