what_the_fuck_dude whoknows god-fucking-dammit!!! i dont fucking understand you! 011204 ... whoknows look, i really dont know what you think of as being a friend. you havent tried to be my friend at all this year. in fact, you havent really tried to be friendly unless someone was around or you needed something from me. and then when you are trying to act like a friend, i cant fucking tell b/c it just sounds like your putting me down. i wasnt emailing you with nothing to say. how the hell was i supposed to know what you do and dont expect from me? and if telling me to lighten up and not talk to you when i have nothing to say is being a friend, then dont try to act like a friend anymore. thats not what a friend is. 011204 ... whoknows you *dont* know me that fucking well bitch. 011204 ... whoknows and whats worse, is that i fucking let YOU get to me! FUCK YOU! 011204 ... roomite... *expletive deleted* dude... 011204 ... ClairE My reaction to these blathes. Also something I say when I CANNOT believe my ears. As in, "so_and_so said that she doesn't want to be your friend anymore". When it's ridiculous AND maddening. Grr. 011204 ... Casey whoknows, that sounds so fucking familiar, I said almost the exact same thing to the people who hurt me. I say we go buy some mace and start squirting eyes. 011204 ... whoknows great idea casey!! lets go! 011204 ... whoknows wheres rex when you need him? eh? 011209 ... j_blue i'm down with mace chemical violence is way more pallatable than physical but i guess the same could be said for many things besides violence ;| 011210 ... ClairE I try to tell myself it is just funny, but really, it's only so in the most bitter and ironic of senses. Get a fucking grip. (I hope soon I move on to whatever_dude.) 031016 ... Lemon_Soda Frustration is just a stop along the way. Seems its a town some are fond of. How long you stay is up to you. 031016 ... oldephebe that was pithy and yet poingnant ...not being ironic at all Lemon soda ..when i was a wee phebe i used to like country music and it sounds like something out of a whiskey sculpted baritone balladeer's saloon song just before closing time.. he sips his jack daniels, sets the glass down with an odd sort of profundity and excess ..the sparkling concussions of ice against the tinted glass ..it makes an interesting collusion of sound..sharp he thinks..a quarter tone sharp..the a that is almost a sharp...he's sung this song thousands of times..but tonight..this night his voice has a disconcerting kind of heft..something has happened and it has filled him with harrow..and even the patina of a barley inebriate cannot bestow at least a verisimilitude of the insouciance and sparkle to his heavy kind eyes..his eyes peruse the room..quickly and yet one gets the feeling he has looked into them..borrowing something still pure, still hopeful in those young questing hearts..and then he begins with an imperceptable cue to his band.. this old guitar here an' me.. we done walked back and forth across this great land too many times to count.. singin' from shore to shore.. tasted the salt and sting of a brisk wind.. okay so anyway lemon soda that was a great line..food for fodder..yeah throw in some thought too if ya want..it's gettin' way too morose up in me right about now..if i was a drinkin' man i might run leaping off 'a the wagon..damn things to heavy to drag around anymore anyways.. alright..i'm done ... 031016 ... Lemon_Soda You going to be allright? 031017 ... oldephebe yeah..just being melodramatic as usual thanx though Lemon Soda 031017 what's it to you? who go blather from