pissed offYou know, no one ever tells me anything. Now, I know a lot of stuff which people will gleefully tell me is none of my fucking business. I know a lot of stuff which I'm pretty damn sure I was better off not knowing. But I don't know the things I need to know -- such as, which of my friends now hate each other.
I had this dream a while back, that I met Kevin Smith and his friends. And I was so excited. But then, they told me I was the most annoying, obnoxious person they had ever met. And I was crushed. I've been thinking about what that dream means.
If you don't like me, tell me. Be a man or a woman about it. Don't leave it for me to figure out -- as we all know, I don't have the social skills to tell, remember? I'll respect you for being honest. But I'm tired of being a barely-tolerated hanger-on. Don't assume that things don't affect me just because I'm not fucking or sucking anyone.
