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This weekend was nothing short of amazing and horrible at the same time.
First, I hate elitists. They're at my job and I hate them. They're in miami and I hate them more, but I guess certain people have that right when they know everything. sarcasm. Second, I hate followers. Many of those in my presence this weekend. I can name them. I won't. Then I would just be "talking shit" and we all know that "talking shit" means I'm jealous, right? Third, I just decided I don't want to comment on the "hardcore scene" of Miami. Last but not least, I hate all of the afore mentioned but I hate fashionable anal elitist followers even more. Miami is infested with them. Consider that city the home nest where all the little roaches flee from to invade every other city and control the minds of all it's inhabitants. Whatever that means.
However, it was amazing that one person could make me forget all of that superficial bullshit. That city just makes me uncomfortable in general, but there were many-a-times I found myself not caring (which I need to do more often, it sounds like).
That bookstore was like something out my dreams. It might not seem like much, but it was a big deal to me. Then everything else that happened there (the little talk) was easier than I thought and it had a lot to do with the person listening. The story wasn't that bad compared to what others have been through, but again, it was a big deal to me and felt good to tell and "outside" someone.
OK, I'm going through Megan withdrawal. We're going to Fazoli's, share our stories about this weekend without one another, and visit Craig. Craig is a good guy. I like him. I should hang out with him more.
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Edit: Craig is awesome. Our relationship is really complex, I'm not sure if you'll understand it. We hang out like nothing but the minute one of us says or does something stupid, making ourselves completely vulnerable to ridicule (it's usually me first), we go at it. We are so mean to each other. It's great because I can get all of my frustration out by taking it out on someone who doesn't deserve it because... we don't take it to heart. Then we part ways for a few minutes and the person doing the ridiculing will come back, usually lay on the other person, get in their face and apologize. IE- he yelled at me for "inviting" someone over to HIS house without asking, common courtesy, blah blah blah. i argued that it wasn't inviting but ok, i got the point. he kept going. so i called him my dad because he was acting like it. then he said "dont fucking call me your dad" and i said "well dont fucking act like it! i got your point now shut the fuck up" and he threatened me with "i can ask you to leave in 30 seconds" and then went into the other room while i watched Space Ghost alone as if it were to 'think about what i had done.' So he comes back, smelling like cigarettes and beer, smacks my ass a few times, rests his upper body on me, and says "Fran don't be emo. Don't be sad. C'mon, dont be mad at me. I was just kidding" and then changed the channel because "Space Ghost is gay!". Fun stuff! I don't know why I'm typing all of this, it really doesn't matter. Maybe I just want to come back to my journal, years from now, and remember things like that because those are the people that made me laugh. bleh, the end.
First, I hate elitists. They're at my job and I hate them. They're in miami and I hate them more, but I guess certain people have that right when they know everything. sarcasm. Second, I hate followers. Many of those in my presence this weekend. I can name them. I won't. Then I would just be "talking shit" and we all know that "talking shit" means I'm jealous, right? Third, I just decided I don't want to comment on the "hardcore scene" of Miami. Last but not least, I hate all of the afore mentioned but I hate fashionable anal elitist followers even more. Miami is infested with them. Consider that city the home nest where all the little roaches flee from to invade every other city and control the minds of all it's inhabitants. Whatever that means.
However, it was amazing that one person could make me forget all of that superficial bullshit. That city just makes me uncomfortable in general, but there were many-a-times I found myself not caring (which I need to do more often, it sounds like).
That bookstore was like something out my dreams. It might not seem like much, but it was a big deal to me. Then everything else that happened there (the little talk) was easier than I thought and it had a lot to do with the person listening. The story wasn't that bad compared to what others have been through, but again, it was a big deal to me and felt good to tell and "outside" someone.
OK, I'm going through Megan withdrawal. We're going to Fazoli's, share our stories about this weekend without one another, and visit Craig. Craig is a good guy. I like him. I should hang out with him more.
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Edit: Craig is awesome. Our relationship is really complex, I'm not sure if you'll understand it. We hang out like nothing but the minute one of us says or does something stupid, making ourselves completely vulnerable to ridicule (it's usually me first), we go at it. We are so mean to each other. It's great because I can get all of my frustration out by taking it out on someone who doesn't deserve it because... we don't take it to heart. Then we part ways for a few minutes and the person doing the ridiculing will come back, usually lay on the other person, get in their face and apologize. IE- he yelled at me for "inviting" someone over to HIS house without asking, common courtesy, blah blah blah. i argued that it wasn't inviting but ok, i got the point. he kept going. so i called him my dad because he was acting like it. then he said "dont fucking call me your dad" and i said "well dont fucking act like it! i got your point now shut the fuck up" and he threatened me with "i can ask you to leave in 30 seconds" and then went into the other room while i watched Space Ghost alone as if it were to 'think about what i had done.' So he comes back, smelling like cigarettes and beer, smacks my ass a few times, rests his upper body on me, and says "Fran don't be emo. Don't be sad. C'mon, dont be mad at me. I was just kidding" and then changed the channel because "Space Ghost is gay!". Fun stuff! I don't know why I'm typing all of this, it really doesn't matter. Maybe I just want to come back to my journal, years from now, and remember things like that because those are the people that made me laugh. bleh, the end.