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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Damnit! I'm in a really bad mood tonight. People just keep pissing me off, one way or the other. I just don't know what's so fun about this "How about we go piss Ben off" game. It's all done on purpose. Hell... And still they expect me to do favours for them. Fuck. Seriously. Fuck. I know I'm a nice guy and all, but sometimes things are carried to far. You can say or do whatever you want, yes. But please remember. Just because I don't retaliate doesn't mean I don't give a fuck. I just can't be bothered to. That is, until things get out of hand.

Ralph, first and foremost, is the biggest prick. He loves to make fun of me in front of people. Even in front of girls. Even though he can be said to be "steady", he's still a really big asshole. He loves to "suan" me, irritate me and stuff. Well, I can take a little, but most of the times he goes overboard. And he doesn't seem to care. Well, ok, I keep quiet, but so that I don't ruin the little excursions we have. Like when we go hang out with or without other people around. The worst is that when I "suan" him a little, he can't take it. He gets all PMS-sal and stuff, and starts to get all prissy and shit. But at least sometimes he's normal.

Then there's others who like asking me to do stuff for them. Fuck. It's like I don't even know someone well, but then they keep asking me for favours. It's like I've become the fairy godfather or something. "Hey, I'm the fairy godfather. I came to give you 3 wishes. Now make your wishes, have your fun, then come back later to fuck me up with all your crap and utter nonsense." Fuck. I'm not going to do you favours just because I know you from somewhere or someone said that I'm free, that I've got lot of time on my hands. "Hey Ben somehow I know you're free, and I was hoping you'd help me with this little skit I'm doing." Yes... ... Like I'm so free that I'm able to help you. Just because some other asshole you know very well won't do it, they give you my number, ask you to call me, and then get me to do it. Please, go find some other gullible idiot who'd do it for you. I'm not some fucking fairy godfather or something who'd let you make a little itty bitty wish and then with a loud *POOF*, it comes true. No... I'm not a fairy. I'm a more like a gangster godpa who'd fucking beat the shit out of you fuck up one too many times. Argh... ... I got to go sleep before I blow a blood vessel.

Fuck.

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