28 jan 02
things were tidy, efficient, enjoyable until the end of dinner at Giordano’s. and now i’m fucking sick of some things and you need to hear about it.
listen up, nickd. if you’re reading this site, you shouldn’t be, because i don’t read your fucking site. i’m sick of hearing about your “set.” news flash: the number of sets you’ve played in your entire life can be counted on one hand. go away.
Anne, i’m sorry i bother you with my comments. but hell, what else is there to say? i guess i’ll just lay off. good luck with the European men.
and Jon (John? well, who cares?), all in all, you’re an annoying fuckup. stay away from me. i hate hearing your nasal voice, but even more so, i hate hearing the dumb shit spoken in that nasal voice.
oh, and if you think it’s some kind of cop-out for me to post these sentiments in a web log, call me or talk to me in person and i’ll be happy to repeat them.
have a nice day.
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10 minutes later, and i think i’ll probably delete the above post sooner or later. can’t decide. it’s always a fine line between honesty and vitriol.