Penguin (spiftypenguin) wrote, @ 2003-07-14 17:16:00

Current mood:	aggravated
Current music:	Freak on a Leash Korn

I can't believe I am friends with such a lying little prick. He told me he couldn't go out today, that F.T. wasn't happening....and yet I call his house to have his father tell me that he is indeed at F.T. Joy, joy, how great I will take this. (sarcasm) How did I get so fucking lost in my own little delerious world that I can't see he's walking all over me. Jesusfuck, when will I learn that all men are pricks, especially the ones that seem to be the nicest?!

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