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So, I'm gone now and won't be seeing you people daily anymore anyway. Exfoliate.
Richard: I am momentarily sure on the single item that is the stick up your ass: You get pissed at people for things that have nothing to do with you. You apparantly decide these things arbitrarily and dont let anyone else know. i.e. When you didn't talk to me for 3-6 months and I eventually found out it's because I do drugs. I don't know what it is this time but 'whatevas'. I just remember looking over at lunch and seeing you begin using hand motions while describing female sex toys to (14 year old) Christine while she just looked at you incredulously and thinking, does he get off on it or something? I remember when I was trying to find out why you were an ass to Esther and you told me you were an ass to everyone (except hot girls/hot guys), on purpose. I remember when you literally fucking clawed at my eyes when we tried to get you to come see a movie with us instead of sleeping all day. Silently blocking someone on AIM instead of telling them you hate their face is lame.
Esther: I have noo fucking idea what is wrong with you. But you know, after the whole dr pepper/your cousin holding me at knifepoint thing, I have less faith in the story that your just really worried about college. Anyways, I salute your duplicity. Someone as innocent and non-malicious as me was the perfect testbed for a deception that lasted exactly one quarter. How tidy. I can happily say your talents were wasted on me, because I trust those I think of as my friends. I was no challenge. Anyway, that one time you were crying at brunch, I can honestly say it made me happy. Maybe I'll steal you matchstick men on dvd or something, just for old times sake.
Jen: You know Jen, you're okay. Except for the whole massive dependance thing. I mean, sprawled across Richard and Zack while talking to your boyfriend on the phone. How much male attention do you need woman??? I hate it because it's sad. You need your male attentions. Zack and Richard need female attentions. So you flirt all over each other at lunch but noone gets anything out of it. Exhibit A
Hank: Hank, you're okay to. Thats the problem. You have a nice car. Your on your way to college. You have girls falling all over you. Stop being so fucking sad. Actually I don't really know you at all, thats just what it seems like.
Ryann Horsemann/Holly Whatever: If theres one thing I hate in this world. It's tall platinum blonde girls who wear 5 inch miniskirts (top to bottom) and tiny little tank tops. I hate revealing clothing as a rule. Especially when I can see both the top and bottom of your ass around that FUCKING FAKE 'CARGO STYLE' FAUX-MILITARY-SURPLUS SKIRT. But somehow when put together with an arrogant face and the right shade of blonde, its enought to send me into conniptions. Violent conniptions.
Ilana/Nickie/Nina/whooelse?: You guys are just as shallow as the people you make fun of. It was sad to see Jessica leave and the next day hear all of this shit about her. I don't even care if it's all true. That fact that you are all 'best friends' and talk so much shit once one of you is out of hearing range. I only came by with Zack to see what Nina was up to. She's the only decent one out of the lot of you.
Zack: is fat. Give me back my shirt. I paid $15 for a shirt, which I do not have. Give me one besides that striped one.
Suzan: ...the last time I ever get you coffee.
Anyways, I worked for 75 minutes on this thing, writing and thinking. Because I put fucking effort into these things. These are well written. Zack, Suzan, and my mom said they didn't know that bomb threat was fake when they first started reading it. The school thought it well written enough to kick me out. Not too shabby for 10 minutes work.
Richard: I am momentarily sure on the single item that is the stick up your ass: You get pissed at people for things that have nothing to do with you. You apparantly decide these things arbitrarily and dont let anyone else know. i.e. When you didn't talk to me for 3-6 months and I eventually found out it's because I do drugs. I don't know what it is this time but 'whatevas'. I just remember looking over at lunch and seeing you begin using hand motions while describing female sex toys to (14 year old) Christine while she just looked at you incredulously and thinking, does he get off on it or something? I remember when I was trying to find out why you were an ass to Esther and you told me you were an ass to everyone (except hot girls/hot guys), on purpose. I remember when you literally fucking clawed at my eyes when we tried to get you to come see a movie with us instead of sleeping all day. Silently blocking someone on AIM instead of telling them you hate their face is lame.
Esther: I have noo fucking idea what is wrong with you. But you know, after the whole dr pepper/your cousin holding me at knifepoint thing, I have less faith in the story that your just really worried about college. Anyways, I salute your duplicity. Someone as innocent and non-malicious as me was the perfect testbed for a deception that lasted exactly one quarter. How tidy. I can happily say your talents were wasted on me, because I trust those I think of as my friends. I was no challenge. Anyway, that one time you were crying at brunch, I can honestly say it made me happy. Maybe I'll steal you matchstick men on dvd or something, just for old times sake.
Jen: You know Jen, you're okay. Except for the whole massive dependance thing. I mean, sprawled across Richard and Zack while talking to your boyfriend on the phone. How much male attention do you need woman??? I hate it because it's sad. You need your male attentions. Zack and Richard need female attentions. So you flirt all over each other at lunch but noone gets anything out of it. Exhibit A
Hank: Hank, you're okay to. Thats the problem. You have a nice car. Your on your way to college. You have girls falling all over you. Stop being so fucking sad. Actually I don't really know you at all, thats just what it seems like.
Ryann Horsemann/Holly Whatever: If theres one thing I hate in this world. It's tall platinum blonde girls who wear 5 inch miniskirts (top to bottom) and tiny little tank tops. I hate revealing clothing as a rule. Especially when I can see both the top and bottom of your ass around that FUCKING FAKE 'CARGO STYLE' FAUX-MILITARY-SURPLUS SKIRT. But somehow when put together with an arrogant face and the right shade of blonde, its enought to send me into conniptions. Violent conniptions.
Ilana/Nickie/Nina/whooelse?: You guys are just as shallow as the people you make fun of. It was sad to see Jessica leave and the next day hear all of this shit about her. I don't even care if it's all true. That fact that you are all 'best friends' and talk so much shit once one of you is out of hearing range. I only came by with Zack to see what Nina was up to. She's the only decent one out of the lot of you.
Zack: is fat. Give me back my shirt. I paid $15 for a shirt, which I do not have. Give me one besides that striped one.
Suzan: ...the last time I ever get you coffee.
Anyways, I worked for 75 minutes on this thing, writing and thinking. Because I put fucking effort into these things. These are well written. Zack, Suzan, and my mom said they didn't know that bomb threat was fake when they first started reading it. The school thought it well written enough to kick me out. Not too shabby for 10 minutes work.