I laugh.

Over the past few days, I've written some mean things. But, so what. Free expression right?

I've got some, well two, nasty emails. Haha. Of course it's regarding them first, but they try not to sound too selfish and branch out to the closest person.

Is this good enough for the both of you right now? I'm not mentioning your names but you know it's you. Is that better? People don't know who you are and now you can successfully hide behind this anonymous image I've given you. I promise I'll give you a different entity the next time I write. One of you will be a ugly old lab rat and the other, a completely white cow. Oh wait, I don't care. Thing is, it's probably dumb to write about them in the future. They clearly can't handle truth, or they can, but they refuse to see it from my point of view. Who knows.

It's also clear that people really refuse to identify with one another. No one knows who anyone really is. I have 2 people who know me for me. That's that. That's all I need-well, until another has proven that they are worthy. Haaah. Just playing. Since when does that happen? If I find another good friend, it'll happen for a reason.

Since it's around that time of year...abracadabra
Bedbugs BEGONE.
Fail.

It's 3:30. I'm irked. I'm itchy. 3 new bites and the lack of desire to sleep. Faustyna and I are going kickboxing this weekend. It is very much needed.