Dec 30, 2007 13:25
The stereotypical standard is that women have a cosmic intuition. That may bullshit but there are times I do wonder.
Destruction, we may need to have a talk. I'll stop by later.
EDIT: Cori, let's talk.
My concern for Cori is valid. The sneaky bastard has been thorough no hints, no trace on the network. You only cover your ass just that much in a relationship if it is a fucking powder keg. And it could be. Has he lost his mind? How can you make that leap between a man and then a boy. He's not little I suppose. Isn't helping this case.
So Driver, now you know. Shit.
Cori is my friend, a liar, a bastard and a nightmare but friend and fucking near family by circumstance. This is disgusting, but not my deal. I sure as fuck do not approve, that's the A-1 reason why he hasn't told me himself, right? Half the things I do no one agrees with, and as fucking frustrating as that is I can live with it. As much as it may blow up in my face or wear thin as paper, the least I can do is be respectful of his character even though he's been a weaseling little piece of shit.
I think the second reason why this bothers me, other than it being exceedingly against what few morals I have, is that if you're going to pull this shit you need back up. Yeah, yeah, whatever immortal magical nightmare etc, but come the fuck on. It's just stupid to cut off your nose to spite your face because then you've got a hole in your face.
Private to Faye//Unhackable
I know.
Private to Bill/Unhackable
Hon, I'm going out. I need to clear my head and make a few stops. I'll be back later.
You need anything?
what's a girl to do,
fuck this shit,
faye,
cori,
destruction,
bitches,
oh shit