Post by Lachlan Creevey on Aug 10, 2012 21:44:54 GMT -5
LORCAN,
STOP. JUST STOP. I’LL TALK ABOUT MISFIT IF I WANT TO TALK ABOUT MISFIT. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT, BITCH? I won’t take it back. Ever. I’m also doing excellent things with my life, thank you very much. Who the fuck hired you, and were they high when they made that decision?
MY LIFE IS GREAT OKAY.
What are we even arguing about, again? It’s gotten to that point where you say “No” and I say “Yes” back just to disagree with you. This shit’s got to stop.
TOO EASY, WHAT? I DON’T GET IT. Girls don’t even look twice at you, stop feeding yourself lies. IS THAT REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY? Fuck the chocolate, I’m going to throw some hot soup in your face and see if you like that. It just seems easier because you probably don’t have a preference for soup like you do for chocolate. STOP MAKING THINGS SO DIFFICULT FOR ME.
I CROSSED OUT TWO WORDS. WHAT KIND OF STORY COULD I POSSIBLY HAVE GIVEN YOU IN TWO MOTHERFUCKING WORDS? Check yourself. Well, I’ve never had an ex-girlfriend who has attempted suicide, so maybe you’re right. But I do know that you’re a good person and nothing that you did could have possibly triggered what led her to act however she did. It’s not your fault, man. And that’s the last time I’m going to reiterate that because NOW I SOUND LIKE A FUCKING SAP. THANKS FOR THAT.
Who’s Mrs. Jordan? I’m lost. Join the club. I’m always hungry.
I WOULDN’T EVEN CRY ONCE.
My hair isn’t that long, stop being an idiot. And if you’re badass, then I’m a fucking unicorn.
That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. I DON’T REMEMBER. But it was more recently than you, because YOU’RE A VIRGIN. There. I said it. The taboo topic that I dare not speak of most of the time because I can’t believe my best mate hasn’t had sex yet. What is wrong with you?
How am I stalking you? You’re stalking me.
FUCK OFF.
Lachlan
P.S. What does that even mean?
P.P.S. No, I didn’t. I inferred what you implied and then made a statement about it.
STOP. JUST STOP. I’LL TALK ABOUT MISFIT IF I WANT TO TALK ABOUT MISFIT. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT, BITCH? I won’t take it back. Ever. I’m also doing excellent things with my life, thank you very much. Who the fuck hired you, and were they high when they made that decision?
MY LIFE IS GREAT OKAY.
What are we even arguing about, again? It’s gotten to that point where you say “No” and I say “Yes” back just to disagree with you. This shit’s got to stop.
TOO EASY, WHAT? I DON’T GET IT. Girls don’t even look twice at you, stop feeding yourself lies. IS THAT REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY? Fuck the chocolate, I’m going to throw some hot soup in your face and see if you like that. It just seems easier because you probably don’t have a preference for soup like you do for chocolate. STOP MAKING THINGS SO DIFFICULT FOR ME.
I CROSSED OUT TWO WORDS. WHAT KIND OF STORY COULD I POSSIBLY HAVE GIVEN YOU IN TWO MOTHERFUCKING WORDS? Check yourself. Well, I’ve never had an ex-girlfriend who has attempted suicide, so maybe you’re right. But I do know that you’re a good person and nothing that you did could have possibly triggered what led her to act however she did. It’s not your fault, man. And that’s the last time I’m going to reiterate that because NOW I SOUND LIKE A FUCKING SAP. THANKS FOR THAT.
Who’s Mrs. Jordan? I’m lost. Join the club. I’m always hungry.
I WOULDN’T EVEN CRY ONCE.
My hair isn’t that long, stop being an idiot. And if you’re badass, then I’m a fucking unicorn.
That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. I DON’T REMEMBER. But it was more recently than you, because YOU’RE A VIRGIN. There. I said it. The taboo topic that I dare not speak of most of the time because I can’t believe my best mate hasn’t had sex yet. What is wrong with you?
How am I stalking you? You’re stalking me.
FUCK OFF.
Lachlan
P.S. What does that even mean?
P.P.S. No, I didn’t. I inferred what you implied and then made a statement about it.
