Wow
In response to Sharaea's LJ entry located at http://www.livejournal.com/users/sha_ray_uh/121464.html
Sharaea, you're good at talking out of your ass. Almost as good as you are at cutting yourself, or as good as you are at avoiding a tan on that albino skin of yours.
You think Pinches is any different than I am? Funny, I think I'd know my best friend better than you do. I don't write novels over two comments, Sharaea. I did grow up. Maybe if you found some humor in life, rather than crying all the time about how rough it is for you, and making two comments, made jokingly, into a dramatic event, I'd agree that you were mature as well.
And you know nothing about what happened between myself and Ashley. But, if you ever had the decency to ask me to my face, or had Dustin ask for you, you'd get a straight answer from me. My life doesn't revolve around lies, and I don't need to tell a single lie about you to convince anyone reading your journal that yours does.
You want to talk about Dustin having the option to have sex? Maybe when he gets laid you can go there on that point, Sharaea. Maybe when Dustin gets pussy 35 times in 2 weeks, like I did, you can compare him and I.
You want to talk about cowardice? Let's talk about the day Devon and I walked right up to you and Dustin and Dustin had nothing to say until the very end when everyone had cooled off. But you won't refer to that, Sharaea, because you hide the truth to prove your points. That's something I'll never have to do.
And I have a paying job, by the way. Maybe if you took your face off of Dustin's own for 5 seconds, you'd be aware enough to realize that. Or, hell, Sharaea, perhaps you could have just asked, instead of assuming in your usual manner, and making a complete fool of yourself.
And your journal entry is set to "friends only" for good reason, too. You don't want me commenting there again. Talking down to both you and Dustin is as easy as it fucking gets for me, kiddo. But please, knock yourself out. Post away in this journal... I'm not afraid to let my friends see the truth, like you are.
Cowardly bitches amuse me. And yes, Dustin, I was talking about you as well.
Sharaea, you're good at talking out of your ass. Almost as good as you are at cutting yourself, or as good as you are at avoiding a tan on that albino skin of yours.
You think Pinches is any different than I am? Funny, I think I'd know my best friend better than you do. I don't write novels over two comments, Sharaea. I did grow up. Maybe if you found some humor in life, rather than crying all the time about how rough it is for you, and making two comments, made jokingly, into a dramatic event, I'd agree that you were mature as well.
And you know nothing about what happened between myself and Ashley. But, if you ever had the decency to ask me to my face, or had Dustin ask for you, you'd get a straight answer from me. My life doesn't revolve around lies, and I don't need to tell a single lie about you to convince anyone reading your journal that yours does.
You want to talk about Dustin having the option to have sex? Maybe when he gets laid you can go there on that point, Sharaea. Maybe when Dustin gets pussy 35 times in 2 weeks, like I did, you can compare him and I.
You want to talk about cowardice? Let's talk about the day Devon and I walked right up to you and Dustin and Dustin had nothing to say until the very end when everyone had cooled off. But you won't refer to that, Sharaea, because you hide the truth to prove your points. That's something I'll never have to do.
And I have a paying job, by the way. Maybe if you took your face off of Dustin's own for 5 seconds, you'd be aware enough to realize that. Or, hell, Sharaea, perhaps you could have just asked, instead of assuming in your usual manner, and making a complete fool of yourself.
And your journal entry is set to "friends only" for good reason, too. You don't want me commenting there again. Talking down to both you and Dustin is as easy as it fucking gets for me, kiddo. But please, knock yourself out. Post away in this journal... I'm not afraid to let my friends see the truth, like you are.
Cowardly bitches amuse me. And yes, Dustin, I was talking about you as well.