(Tuesday, November 08, 2005)
when it comes to having a dozen good friends and half a dozen of best friends, (although some are commonly known as to be less significant the rest, and they know who they are, yes?) the problem really starts when you have some gargatuan issue to annouce to them, like, you know, when your golden retriever gave birth to a bunch of whiny little itsy fucking bitchy doggies or when your pet giraffe gave you an ultimate 4 golden lottery winning numbers while you were cleaning up his shit or the time when your grandma's kinky friends try to bone your evil step-brother.
the big question is, who would have the grandeur, pioneering the witness to such exotic broadcast? more accurately, who's the most important friend that float the heirarchy the other gazzilion cunts that you actually do know, whether it's by your bloody preferance or not. so basically, choosing specifically a more important friend, shall mutely degrade and discriminate, carving them as apprehensively mild minorities label, hurling them further into as a lower form of social outcast, even though they could hardly pass for anywhere a mile to ordinary and a bug's life is uncontestedly more pleasureable. and as a result, they will fucking loathe you for the rest of their dorky morose uneventful life cause they've got nothing better to think about. however, if you do not fucking inform THE best friend, he/she will fucking crucify you and feed you to a bunch of loving-looking squirrels for dessert in the park with this rotten green lake. so what the fuck do you do?
more or less a cul-de-sac, innit?
1:19 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
