I'm sorry. I can't fuckin' talk to you anymore. You know, in the beginning, I thought you might be a pretty cool guy. A sick sense of humor and a little long-winded, but possibly a good person - a like-able person.
Now after two weeks of seeing your face, hearing your voice, hearing your narrow minded, hard headed opinions, I can't fuckin' talk to you anymore.
You're fuckin' lazy, you don't do your work, you don't care about our ensemble, what the fuck are you doing here?!
On a personal note, don't fuckin' criticize what I love and tell me I should go to Asia, don't fuckin' be a pessismist - rooting for the villain all the time? what the fuck is that? Especially in love! Rooting for the guy to slam the door on a girl who's in love? Um, aren't you married?! Aren't you Spanish or Latino or something? Or is THAT it? You're living up to the stereotype. Ohh, the "Latin Lover." Whatever dude.
Fucker. I don't know where you're coming from, but it's not from a positive place. Stay out of my face for the next two weeks. I really can't talk to you anymore.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
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