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Whatever does not kill me,
makes me sleepy - Me Never get angry. Never make a threat. Reason with people.
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Always
forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much. Well, I've lived a pretty interesting life in the past 21 years (yeh, I've been bugging people for a while). In these years I've made friends, lost friends, found out that people that call you a friend might not mean it for realz and this year I realized the last one is truer than I ever wanted it to be. Either way, this is my tribute to those that are sticking with me, because your support makes it all worth while. Shout outs to:
Sam--and
his ex-gf, Tomas - fuck-these-little-bitches Mike - err... all of them, in
alphabetical order (I,S,W) Manav - I-am-hairy Jonalee - I-donno-what-do-you-want
If you are not on this list... well damn, contact me with name, reason why you should be here, and if you are a girl, days you can go out with me =P And the real reason you are not here is that right now it's around 3am and I can barely remember my name.
You want to be my friend? Well, it's not easy. I have high expectations for my friends. Calling me a friend will not make me one. I will not sleep, eat, or go to the bathroom for my friends if need be, but I expect my friends to be the same. I don't hide what I think of my friends and I do not expect them to hide what they think either. To be honest and straight to the point, that's what I try to be and expect others to be as well. P.S. Infrequent visits might also help you along the path to friendship.
Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you. I get by with a little help from my friends. True friendship is never serene. Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies.
Here is a pic of me, Sam and KC in a car... standing at the green light for 10 seconds, since KC's timing with camera is a bit off, like his brains. And two years back, after senior prom, what could be better than going in and loosing money in poker to Brian. And here is a pic of Bret that he probably would not want to appear on any rate-my-pic website.
This is also a tribute to the lost friends, you might not have known it, but it mattered that you called me a friend. Why are we friends no more? Is it the distance? Or was there a distance to begin with? That does not matter, it was fun while it lasted and who knows, may be those times are not over yet. Unless you are a whiny, spoiled, selfish, narcissistic bitch, then you can go and cry yourself to sleep on a toilet =D So just cause I can, here is a pic blast from the past. And no, i am not high in it :P They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.
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