Originally posted by 哈哈你看不懂中文
You're way fatter than I ever was.
I also have friends because I'm not married to a possessive bridge troll.
Not true. You were a
rotund ball of jelly for many, many years. So much so, that when you got your first job at Sonic, you quit after two weeks because "your feet hurt" from standing so long. You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that working a job, usually means not being at max comfort and ease while doing it like at home on your couch, eating food and playing video games. Your feet hurt from the
pounds and pounds of fat crushing them, a sensation they weren't used to because you were typically lying horizontal, shoving food in your mouth. Quit your first job because your feet hurt. Ha!!!!
Originally posted by 哈哈你看不懂中文
Remember when fuckbiscut traveled several thousand miles to see you after you talked on and on about what restaurants you'd take him to, what you'd show him in Atlanta, and generally how much of a great time you'd have together? A man you talked to and connected with on a regular basis, and just like that you turned him away. What a piece of shit.
He wasn't coming here to see
me. He was coming here anyway for a grand tour. I was just another stop along the trip. He seemed to have plenty of fun slamming heroin in every city and stop he went to. He didn't need me to do that and I didn't need that for myself, either. After learning that's what he ended up doing in every city he went to, I have no qualms about denying seeing him. It would have been very easy to get some heroin for him so he could try it and it would also be very easy for me to give in to his peer pressure and use it myself. After being (now 10 years) clean from heroin, that's the last thing I needed around me.
No, the specifics of "talking on and on about how much fun we'd have and restaurants I'd take him to" is what I did to
you, §m£ÂgØL. Remember? When you was adamant about going on that hitchhiking adventure that you rarely talk about anymore because it wrought such laughables like "I got hydro pregnant. I am going to be a father!" and that abysmal "book" you wrote when your heart was fluttering with emotion
"From Hitchhiking To Conception"? I lead
YOU on. I'm sorry you're still bitter about it after all of these years and I am sorry that it brought you into such emotional distress that it caused two of many embarrassing moments in your life ("I'm a father" and
"Hitchhiking Into Conception"), but you need to get over it and move on, §m£ÂgØL. Jesus. You're like a clingy woman or an abused child. Always whining and crying.
