martes, enero 03, 2006
[ 1061. Just a Note ]
Around midnight yesterday when i was on the phone... i got an sms.
"Hey. I really do not appreciate it when you get all touchy with me and make fun of me when we are not even really that close at all..."
Ok, actually i forgot the actual text but that's the gist of the message.
So well, i said, "ok fine. sorry then."
The next thing that came in...
"Oh it's ok. it's not really your fault. you didn't know." bleah bleah bleah.
What the hell. Don't try to act messianic over here with me. For goodness sake you're still darn 2 years my junior, kid.
Ironies of life. Just that afternoon after consort i happened to be going back with someone else, who started bitching about her as well. Not saying i know her true colours just after a couple of months, but the lil demon in me told me that she's really a b**ch. Well. Good luck then.
(No wonder problems everywhere with people. tsk tsk tsk. And if you happen to read about this, the last thing i want you to do is to come confront me about this post. I have my prerogatives about whom i write and what i write. And dammit, what makes you think i'm writing about you too?!) |
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