Fuckin' Terrorists!
Okay! Wild night!
Finally it was the last night that the Hideout is hosting slam events...I'm run ragged. Tired and feeling like my brain's boiling and my heart's kicking it's way out of my chest, I finally thought I could relax once I cleaned up after the semifinals and all I had to worry about was the improv upstairs. Then, *drip*...the fucking air conditioner is leaking. Ms. May put a bucket under it and I tried to lose some stress, but then I hear wild rumors that police are blocking off the entrance to the Hideout. The situation escalates...turns out there was a "suspicious object" at the corner of 7th and congress...just 15 feet from the Hideout. Bomb squad and everything. I had to singlehandedly evacuate the theatre...something I will never forget. I'm glad I already got that experience out of the way, because I now know I can handle emergencies. So I got to catch the end of the Indy slams...fuckin' bad ass.
Wild Night!
I would totally take your side and live out the "enemy of my enemy is my friend" mentality...but you're crazy. I give you "another chance" after chance and each time you just prove that you're still crazy. I despise her and I cannot hate you, but I wish you weren't crazy. I totally agree that she stole all fo us as friends, but I think you're crazy to think it was a personal attack against you. I don't like her. Few of your friends do. If you stopped acting crazy, maybe you'd find yourself in stronger numbers...but maybe it's too late. Too many chances...Some of the worst things I've ever heard said to another human being (or repeated) came from your mouth, and for that...we have little respect. You also treated me like a dog...your other friends too. You are isolating yourself by thinking you are alone. Now we are all left alone, disliking the both of you...one because she's manipulative and lame, the other because you're crazy and we can't respect someone who says disrespectful things to people who are never anything but nice, nor someone who acts just as one's enemy does: As if your rules govern the world and the actions of your would-be friends.
I hope that you one day get to a space where you can be sane and that you never slip back into your old habits again.
Finally it was the last night that the Hideout is hosting slam events...I'm run ragged. Tired and feeling like my brain's boiling and my heart's kicking it's way out of my chest, I finally thought I could relax once I cleaned up after the semifinals and all I had to worry about was the improv upstairs. Then, *drip*...the fucking air conditioner is leaking. Ms. May put a bucket under it and I tried to lose some stress, but then I hear wild rumors that police are blocking off the entrance to the Hideout. The situation escalates...turns out there was a "suspicious object" at the corner of 7th and congress...just 15 feet from the Hideout. Bomb squad and everything. I had to singlehandedly evacuate the theatre...something I will never forget. I'm glad I already got that experience out of the way, because I now know I can handle emergencies. So I got to catch the end of the Indy slams...fuckin' bad ass.
Wild Night!
I would totally take your side and live out the "enemy of my enemy is my friend" mentality...but you're crazy. I give you "another chance" after chance and each time you just prove that you're still crazy. I despise her and I cannot hate you, but I wish you weren't crazy. I totally agree that she stole all fo us as friends, but I think you're crazy to think it was a personal attack against you. I don't like her. Few of your friends do. If you stopped acting crazy, maybe you'd find yourself in stronger numbers...but maybe it's too late. Too many chances...Some of the worst things I've ever heard said to another human being (or repeated) came from your mouth, and for that...we have little respect. You also treated me like a dog...your other friends too. You are isolating yourself by thinking you are alone. Now we are all left alone, disliking the both of you...one because she's manipulative and lame, the other because you're crazy and we can't respect someone who says disrespectful things to people who are never anything but nice, nor someone who acts just as one's enemy does: As if your rules govern the world and the actions of your would-be friends.
I hope that you one day get to a space where you can be sane and that you never slip back into your old habits again.