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Hug me again, PLEASE!

Which flavor did you like best? I liked the grape flavor. Also the pineapple and coconut ice cream bar is very good. Definitely better than mango, macadamia and cream one.

"Horticulture", you're just another guy sugar coating work for the dole with Greencorps as a legitimate occupation in your profile. Oh well too late, you're on my friends list now

NO WAY!

You have a Commodore 64? I've always wanted to play on one of those for a couple of years now. I admired the music and graphics on many of the games, and I watched a lot of C64 playthroughs on YouTube. Maybe someday, I'll have to check yours out.

No, swag is not an instrument...

I realised why the sole reason I was considering going was never about you, or even about me, really.

I just needed to know that somebody aside from me actually cared about him. Wanted him. Was willing to claim him as their own. Actually gave some part of a damn about him. Plenty of people gave a damn about me (everyone else but you), but nobody apart from me, ever gave a damn about him. You were the only person who actually should have. And you didn't. And it isn't my job to forgive you for that, only he can.

It was never about the money. It was simply about knowing if you actually ever gave half a f*ck about him.

Because you were never even sad at all. Not once did you cry. Afterwards you still made me do everything myself. Three days later and even a week later you were telling me to get the hell over it already. You haven't expressed, at all, any regret, not even the tiniest amount - not physically, not emotionally, not even mentally. Nor have you at very least paid the financial arrangement - which you not only agreed to - but were in fact the one to offer it to start with. Even the bare minimum you did not bother to do. It's not like you don't have the money. You also have my contact details. But just nothing - not then and not now. I probably shouldn't be surprised.

No I am not going. If it was up to me I would never see your face again.
Get out of my life and stay out. The last person I would want like that is you.

And if you ever decide you want to be my "friend" that is only going to happen after you pay, apologise about the entire thing, and actually express sincere regret and f*cking mean it. If you don't have the guts to be a halfway decent person who keeps their word then there is no way in hell you will never be my friend.

Thank you for leaving me - it was the best thing you ever did.

dear my small world, those who live in it,
i'm 20 years old, not 15. i can handle a lot more than you think. or than i realize.
dear guys,
i don't invest my heart easily. i don't think i have one to invest sometimes. might be broken.

You guessed right that I am wearing an L.A. Dodgers cap.

Ok.

Work?

Here's the deal:

1. Mr other office boss guy independently monitors his workload free from meddling micromanagerial narcissism.
2. He will make sole judgement on whether he [still] needs extra help over there or if he's relatively caught up with the work.
3. If in the event of the above or if any other change in circumstances take place he will inform someone.
4. Somebody will then inform me of what is happening (not order me, not tell me I'm doing this or that, inform me).
5. I will then reserve my right to make the ultimate decision on whether I work 1 day or 2 over there depending on my own workload, which I will also take upon myself to monitor independently sans the micromanagerial control freak nonsense.

Got it?

Good.

I've switched off from you. You don't get me so what's the point.

I tried to hurt you, but I only hurt myself.

With grated lemon zest mixed in, it tasted even better. You need about one whole lemon worth of it.

I'm a firm believer in sane communication. It's easy, it's readily available, yet so frequently eschewed.

Dude, what the hell.

You tried, you failed. Then I find out you had a girlfriend of 2 years. Then I find out said girlfriend is actually your fiancé. Then when she walked in to the party that time solely to drag your *ss home, I found out that she was 7 months pregnant. And now I finally find out, you got married to her sometime in the last month.

So why the hell did you ask me again to go home with you last week?

And furthermore... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO ADD ME ON FACEBOOK???! !!

It went well with green tea. I have only a few left.

No, I didn't set you up - you did, and no one else.

Sure I could have reminded you that the plan you had come up with had been tried and rejected years ago, but you've been such an utter jerk since your promotion, that I decided to not get involved and to also feign surprise when the Board of Directors laughed you out of the conference room.

So now you understand that all of that brass-kissing means nothing if you can't rely on the rest of us to help you live up to your lofty promises.

You should have thought of that before you told us that we were your "field n*****s", massah!