So I am perusing through the journal entries looking for funny little things and my mind and corneas' are blind sided by PD and her avatar. Thank you so much...now where is my tape that has "Goodbye Horses" on it.
You can't even be bothered to wish me a happy birthday...fuck, your ex girlfriend did, and she probably saw the face book reminder. I once called you a brother to me, but I see you really are the spoiled Irish Catholic raised punk you tried to claim you weren't. You've thrown my offer of room for if you visit in my face, been utterly pig headed about accepting responsibility for your actions, including every word you've ever posted in hate towards choice in belief and not the people who abuse it. You're just a punk, 27 and you'll never grow. A weed in stagnant water whose thought is that you're really a some exotic flower. I'm more disappointed because I used to admire, and look up to you as such a close friend. Took 400 miles and cleaning up my act to realize you're a waste of 'on paper' high IQ, resources, and parenting. I loved you more than members of my own Family, was treated as one of yours. But in my family we try to hold each other accountable, and I guess that's where I didn't fit into yours. Guess that's why you put the arm out. I don't get high like you, don't think of tits all day like you anymore, and certainly don't have a broken moral compass like you. You could have been so much better, but I don't have the drive to try and lift you up anymore. Go piss in someone elses hair and tell them it's raining, just don't be surprised when you're out of friends soon.
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PhoenicianDream
17:16 Aug 02 2013
:p
you know you like it