All apologies...
So I'm not known for being very ballsy, but last night was probably the last straw. I love my friends, I love my dog, and you all know I love my boyfriend. I would probably do anything for them and I will until my dying breathe. So when someone berades them without any warrant and uses excuses, like stress for such warrent, I'm not going to have respect for said person. There is no reason in the world to take your stress out on anyone but yourself. I mean yes, we all get stressed, but if I was testy with everyone when I was stressed I wouldn't have any friends. And I think that's why you have friends, so you can de-stress and have fun with them. I don't have any regrets for calling someone out, because sometimes that's needed, it's a necessary evil. Also if building a life with someone for seven years and loving my life with my pet, counts as a pathetic existence, then yes, I am very pathetic person. A very pathetic person who is in love and has a wonderful dog and wonderful friends. Hmmm, I'm pretty lucky, no, I'm ridiculously lucky. So that's what I wanted to say, that and no one calls Chris an asshole, unless that person is Ted or Me. Oh and Watson isn't a fucking dog, he's just a dog who sleeps. But you guys knew that already, just read my pathetic livejournal.
The end
The end