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Apr. 1st, 2005 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeAhh, it's about time to bust out the sardines again.
I'm pretty fucking angry.
And what makes it worse is that the person who has roused my anger is someone I would have numbered among one of my friends. Not a close friend, like Thee Pumpkin Girl or Miss Robin, but a friend like the kind you make at work and go drinking with once in a while. One of those kinds of friends. Precisely that sort of friend.
Only it would appear that she really is not.
What's worse, other then the fact that her behaviour is completely nonsensical, is that I'm not the only one she's playing games with. And that is just un-fucking-acceptable. Especially when that other is someone I love very dearly.
I give people far too many chances, it's a terrible fault of mine. However, once my breaking point has been reached, there is generally no turning back. I hold grudges like a motherfucker. I may be wifty enough to walk away from a running faucet because I forgot I turned it on, but do me wrong? I'll never forget.
I'll have to stop at the grocery store tomorrow, after work. If I get there early enough, they'll still have the fresh fish out. It's much easier to write someone's name on a whole, fresh sardine. The canned ones just don't jive.
I'm pretty fucking angry.
And what makes it worse is that the person who has roused my anger is someone I would have numbered among one of my friends. Not a close friend, like Thee Pumpkin Girl or Miss Robin, but a friend like the kind you make at work and go drinking with once in a while. One of those kinds of friends. Precisely that sort of friend.
Only it would appear that she really is not.
What's worse, other then the fact that her behaviour is completely nonsensical, is that I'm not the only one she's playing games with. And that is just un-fucking-acceptable. Especially when that other is someone I love very dearly.
I give people far too many chances, it's a terrible fault of mine. However, once my breaking point has been reached, there is generally no turning back. I hold grudges like a motherfucker. I may be wifty enough to walk away from a running faucet because I forgot I turned it on, but do me wrong? I'll never forget.
I'll have to stop at the grocery store tomorrow, after work. If I get there early enough, they'll still have the fresh fish out. It's much easier to write someone's name on a whole, fresh sardine. The canned ones just don't jive.
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Date: 2005-04-01 06:42 am (UTC)what does it do when you do that?
i used to work @ a voodoo warehouse (skippys)
but we didnt have anything made out of sardines!
(altho there was stuff that was nearly as stinky!)
;D
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Date: 2005-04-01 07:35 am (UTC)Then you stick them in their boyfriends car. Then you send out a dozen cats.
The cats will find the fishy smelling underwear and BAM! he gets busted for eating fish.
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Date: 2005-04-01 04:12 pm (UTC)thats awesome!!!!!
:D