Monday, March 7, 2011

Insomniac's ramblings 3/1/11: Relationship Mathematics; or How to get fucked over right and proper.

Add the bed.
Subtract the clothes.
Divide the legs.
And pray to god you don't multiply.

You know, certain things are inexcusable. And when you are getting more and more solid confirmation on previous suspicions, it doesn't mean you are necessarily right, but there comes a point at which one must look long and hard at the evidence and decide for themselves.

One thing is for certain. What I know now,  it changes who I consider my friends significantly. Like I said, certain things are inexcusable.

Sleep tight.

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