I think I have a few things figured out. Happy New Year Simon Rex, you are a fraudulent piece of shit! HA!
Had to get that out of the way just to get it out of the way.
Fucking slimeball fuckstick.
This is the anniversary of my friend getting hit by a car. I let myself get caught up in the sadness of it. But then, what the fuck good would that do me?
So... I went out and met friends and my boy and drank and drank and drank... and became sad again. Until! I realized today had a lot to teach me.
Mainly, that my dead friend was a lot more honest than most of my live one's are.
Long long ago, I was supposed to marry a boy. I decided not to marry that boy and my now dead friend slept with him. But luckily, she was honest with me, good or bad, and I was happy for them.Two good people trying to be happy. It was not to be.
However, she at least had the respect to tell me about it in a timely manner.
Respect. She taught me how to respect a friend, even when it made her uncomfortable.
It made me uncomfortable as well. But I loved her the most for having the balls to admit things.
I miss that honesty in friendships these days.
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I don't snort shit in the back toilet of the Canterbury (Nasterbury) cause that's just trash!