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A word of advice for anyone moving to Staunton. Realize what a small town you are living in. Be aware that the rule of six degrees of separation practically guarantees that everyone you meet will be connected to you or someone else you know. Never assume that you can safely discuss a third party in mixed company. You simply CANNOT be certain that the person you are trashing isn't friends with, related to, or merely important to, someone sitting with you at the table.
Case in point: Aaron is not a dick. He's a good guy. Moody, sure, but a good guy none the less. He's been through a lot in the past three years, losing two of the most important people in his life. Assuming he's a dick on the opinion that his clothes are "too trendy" is a STUPID ASS thing to do. But even more than that, when I begin a sentence "Well, I'm dating Aaron's brother..." don't assume I agree with your opinion and am withholding it simply because I "have to like him". I don't have to like anyone. And thank god, because I sure as hell don't think very highly of you anymore. Furthermore, don't cut me off while I'm sticking up for someone you're knocking when you don't even know them. Let me fucking finish. In about ten minutes, you went from noting how someone seemed like a dick to proving yourself to be one. Congratulations.
Incidentally, clothes? Fucking clothes? You're an actor. Who knows better than you that you can't judge someone by their costume? Ass.
And I don't care how drunk you are, it does not excuse you from knocking my friends, M.Litts or otherwise. Welcome to Staunton. Get a fucking clue.
Case in point: Aaron is not a dick. He's a good guy. Moody, sure, but a good guy none the less. He's been through a lot in the past three years, losing two of the most important people in his life. Assuming he's a dick on the opinion that his clothes are "too trendy" is a STUPID ASS thing to do. But even more than that, when I begin a sentence "Well, I'm dating Aaron's brother..." don't assume I agree with your opinion and am withholding it simply because I "have to like him". I don't have to like anyone. And thank god, because I sure as hell don't think very highly of you anymore. Furthermore, don't cut me off while I'm sticking up for someone you're knocking when you don't even know them. Let me fucking finish. In about ten minutes, you went from noting how someone seemed like a dick to proving yourself to be one. Congratulations.
Incidentally, clothes? Fucking clothes? You're an actor. Who knows better than you that you can't judge someone by their costume? Ass.
And I don't care how drunk you are, it does not excuse you from knocking my friends, M.Litts or otherwise. Welcome to Staunton. Get a fucking clue.