This whole ordeal made me think about how I can not live with chicks. Chicks are crazy. They lie, cheat, and do anything to feel like they are better than another chick. It is very strange. Actually speaking of not living with chicks it erks me that my other house mate told me that she still wants to be friends and still wanted to live with me next year but couldn't admit that to Kelly because it would ruin their relationship...that doesn't make sense for multiple reasons: 1.) being that what kind of friendship would be ruined by admitting how you actually feel to each other no matter what it is, the only reason to not be honest is fear, fear of a psychotic girl? maybe. 2.) being that if there was a reason that Kelly was upset with me, there could be an excuse to not want to bring up anything to do with the subject, but when some as crazy as she is just randomly lashes out on whatever is moving then why would you want to be friends with that. 3.) being how could I eve understand that you want to be friends with me but you admit that you cannot stand up for me when you admitted she was in the wrong? Like I said man, chicks.
For now I am going to bed because there is no way I can reason with someone who is has multiple personalities and can never take responsibility for their own life. If being a fucking institutionalized broad to whoever you can dig up some pathetic excuse to be mad at, then there is no point in arguing and there is certainly no point in trying to talk to someone like that.
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