just get it off your chest and say it, would you?
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woman at work, i know you are really sweet, but you treat me like i am mentally challenged. you're making me mental, even though I keep smiling at you.
i might lead others on about eating whole pies with them, but in actuality the only one i would eat a pie with is twigby. sorry gti for being such a tease.
Girls I've been dating: I prefer women who can stand up for themselves, and pursue time with me as much as I do with them. If you don't pick up the slack some, I'm probably going to stop hanging out with you.
CRAIG IS A GINGER. And he keeps trying to deny it. Seriously, just accept it, fishermanface.
creepy dude in my office: we aren't friends. i actually can't stand you, you misoygnist asshat.
dear girl ive run into by the elevator twice in the past two days:
you are cute, but stop looking at me like i'm a giant creep. it makes me uncomfortable and i'm a really nice guy i swear. just ask around.
Skanko, I have been wanting to get this off my chest for a long time: get over it. accept it. you're beautiful.
I think El Indio is a total babe. Like, we're talking super hot. THERE. I SAID IT.
Although i am pretty pale, but i dont have freckles, freckles are an integral part of being ginger. PLUS MY HAIR ISNT ORANGE.
Craig, I think you have to just accept that I will never stop calling you ginger, even if you actually aren't.
Yeah, I'm with Artschooled, no matter what you say, in my fantasies you're a ginger. Tried and true.
;)
I think you will have to accept that in october, while you sleep, i'm going to pee on you.
that was for nikki, sorry manuel but i dont know you well enough to pee on you yet.
things to get off my chest:
-craig's hair isn't actually ginger.
-the idea of finding a new job makes me feel sick and i keep procrastinating instead of doing as much as i should be doing because i feel like it is all for nothing.
-you aren't a very good best friend and you've really upset me.
-i totally lied at work last night so that i wouldn't have to stay up all night.
hahahahahahahahahahhahaahhahahahahahaha. r. craig, i shall call you.
Bizzy, you rebel. Unfortunately, this isn't a safe place, and I will have to call the POPO!
*sigh*
Ok... but cross your fingers that they send out a really hot young rookie that I can talk into letting me off with a warning.
Sorry, but there is something else really bothering me today.
I DO NOT MATCH.
It's almost painful, people.
i was really hoping you would be the ONE girl in that office that's cute and or sexy who i could actually glance at during a day or even bump into at some point. fantasy: dead.
he mistook me for an intellectual. let's pretend it never happened. nice guy, he just chose the wrong dude to start a convo around.
that guy bugs me. he is very nice so if feel bad for h8in, but this is not the site for him, man. and he always comes off like an intellectual snob. its ok to be a snob on a website with other intellectuals, but this aint the-ntsh, y'know?
confession: i'm having a really hard time not telling everyone about it.
despite my frequent compliments, affirmations of love, and attempts to rescue your self esteem, i wish i had never met you. i am hoping that moving across the continent will finally mark an end to this nightmare of a friendship.
yeah i cant quite figure that kid out. he seems nice enough, just always wants to be so damned serious all the time.
GAH! FINE IM SAYING IT. I MISS THE FUCKING HELL OUT OF YOU. EVERY DAY. STILL.
there. i said it.
I wish I could un-know you and everyone I met while we were a thing. Because I'm tired of hearing how you're doing. And I'm tired of thinking about you when I know I probably never cross your mind.
to nikki: I have a crush on you [but who doesn't?].
to my roommate/landlord: I CAN'T STAND LIVING WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! AND IT'S TOO EXPENSIVE.
I gave my ex pills to sell.
I want to be a dominatrix.
I like smoking pot. it makes me have less anxiety attacks. 'real' medicines, like xanax, scare me.
to said ex: will you please just have sex with me already?
to my mum: I don't know why we don't spend a lot of time together. you're always so busy with everyone else and I think I'm just your trophy kid.
I'm getting closer to a more poly-type relationship lifestyle.
some of these might be sharing a bit too much, but hell. you only live once.. and not for very long [no offense to the reincarnation believers].
I only wanted to be your friend because I thought I would be missing out if I expressed my true feelings towards you. You are not on this site, but I am avoiding serious dramas by not saying your name.
I think like two people will know what this is about.
I'm sure many others will assume this about something else.
That was three confessions for the price of one. Huzzah!
I can't tell if you're into me or not, so I keep switching between being awkwardly shy and drunkenly cock-sure of myself. Just let me know which one to pick, mkay?
I really don't like you on this site. You remind me of an aunt I hated. I dunno if you're even a real account or not. But you're really the only pebble in my shoe on here. I wish you'd piss off, but getting people up in arms against you would only make you stronger.
sometimes i am not sure about you, mostly based on who i see you talk to.
I never quite figured out if I fit in here or on CM. Mostly here, though. And I don't say everything that is on my mind because I don't want to leave a paper trail that ornery employers could track.
Please do not act like this is the first time you've said something insensitive, or that you can blame chemicals for saying it.

eat a whole pie with you? yes