As you read in the last post, Mark has hurt me. Deeply. I have since embarked on an absolute embargo against Mark. I will not speak to him. I will not make eye contact with him. Only after I have denied him the fruits of my friendship will he see the error of his ways and ask forgiveness.
Look at him. Sitting there, oblivious to the hurt that he has caused. Like a big bully.
A big bully who randomly breaks out into song.
Showing posts with label Worst Friend Ever. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Worst Friend Ever. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Why I hate Mark
"Tim, how about an update?" Mark asked me.
"Well," I said, pausing to think for a moment. "I guess you could say that I've been in a pretty bad mood all day. I had a dream about my ex-girlfriend, and when I woke up I was covered in sweat. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking, I was angry and disoriented..."
"No," Mark replied. "I meant an update to the blog. How about you update the blog?"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I'm going off to make some camomile tea and listen to Burial.
"Well," I said, pausing to think for a moment. "I guess you could say that I've been in a pretty bad mood all day. I had a dream about my ex-girlfriend, and when I woke up I was covered in sweat. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking, I was angry and disoriented..."
"No," Mark replied. "I meant an update to the blog. How about you update the blog?"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANKS, MARK, FOR BEING SO GOD-DAMNED CONSIDERATE! YOU ARE THE WORST FRIEND EVER!!!
AND YOUR FACE IS CREEPY!!!!
Now I'm going off to make some camomile tea and listen to Burial.
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