Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Goodbyes stink.

I hate saying goodbye, especially when I'm saying it to one of those rare people whom I can tolerate and is willing to tolerate me.  I don't really become attached to people very easily, but when I do, I'm pretty fiercely loyal.  It's so much easier to be a bitch and push people away than to form a bond with a longtime friend (and his adorably huggable son) and have to say goodbye.

In conclusion, I must say that I hate you.  I can't believe I spent nearly half my life being friends with someone like you.  You have a big head and I hope you step on a Lego.  I find your fascination with David Bowie and Hedwig a bit creepy and love for "retro" gaming oh-so-dull.  Tattoos are stupid, so are Chuck Taylors, and only nerds wear glasses.  Your taste in music is horrible.  Who listens to punk anymore, anyway?  Loser.

I should probably admit now that those things about which I just expressed my disdain are pretty much all of my favorite things.  

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