Y'know what.
Everyone here on LJ loves to talk about how deep and down to Earth they are, how much they care about eachothers feelings, but it's kind of funny, that they're the same people who never leave a thought out response to a long philosophical entry.
Unless you're slitting your wrists, getting drunk off your ass, fucking the football team, or taking one of the millions of quizzes left around--nobody cares.
I suppose nobody's content with their friends being normal. They have to be psychotic sluts, or moody menaces, with some sort of dangerous disorder, or horrible hangup. Nobody's perfect, but nobody's completely imperfect either. If your friends aren't what you want, then why do you call them friends...
AND NOW FOR THE QUIZZZZZZZZZZ
Word Gets around
Unless you're slitting your wrists, getting drunk off your ass, fucking the football team, or taking one of the millions of quizzes left around--nobody cares.
I suppose nobody's content with their friends being normal. They have to be psychotic sluts, or moody menaces, with some sort of dangerous disorder, or horrible hangup. Nobody's perfect, but nobody's completely imperfect either. If your friends aren't what you want, then why do you call them friends...
AND NOW FOR THE QUIZZZZZZZZZZ
Word Gets around