this is sounding like a tired reprise

from people left long long ago. still.

I'm fucking sick of being taken for fucking granted and I'm completely over putting people first. I don't give a shit if you're on a tram being fucked up the ass by some 6'7 alligator with strawberry jam, you're being rude and I'M DOING YOU A FAVOUR by even listening to you with a SAC the next day.

& to C, can you *get* any more retarded? You'd curry more favour if you spent five hundred bucks on me, loser. And you know what, that might actually be proportionate to the shit I *gave* about your sanity. Not to be a loser, but jesus f-christ, 'The God Delusion' is not an appropriate birthday gift. BOOKS NEVER ARE. the gift you're giving A, however, *is,* and also happens to be awesome.

A, who you haven't talked to in a month or so. Yeah. Smart. You obviously think highly of me.

Douchebag.

Seriously.

no love,
me.

I am, however, two kilos thinner. Five more to go before I have something resembling 'beach body.' Here's to the getting of a waist.