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Captain Mojo

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July 08, 2003
Goofing off at work...

After doing some testing on the Care Project, Captain Mojo told me, "either do more testing or goof off, I don't care." *Laughs* So I think it's obvious which I chose to do.

Some people are really grumpy. Very grumpy indeed. I have a friend, and she's honest, but...sometimes I think a little too honest. She's rude, and bitchy and doesn't give a damn who knows it. In fact, she told me the other day that she could drive someone (we were specifically talking of someone in particular)...that she could drive someone to suicide and not care.

The conversation began with me asking her why she hates this person so much. She had some reasons, (though none were reason enough to hate someone's guts, but I guess that's just my opinion), and I admitted truth to some of them. Everyone has their faults. But I also gave her some insight to why they have those faults. Some people act a certain way because they are insecure, or they've believe what everyone else says about them, and for the most part, what people say has been negative. Rather, what they tend to focus on believing is the negative things.

"I'm a hate-filled fucker" she says. She has a..."kick-em-while-they're-down" attitude it seems. She has her good points, and part of the reason I admire her so much is that she's honest. I can't get angry with her because she's only doing what I admire about her most. She told me that she was probably making me angry, but I told her that it just made me sad. It's amazing how hateful people can be. Oh well. I like that she's honest, but again, sometimes too much honesty isn't the greatest. Or...you just have to know when to hold back. But...again she really doesn't care.

Not everyone's going to like you, and...so what? This is something that used to really bug me. I couldn't stand when people hated each other...especially w/o just reason for it.

After the whole thing with Ryan hating me, I've come to...not care anymore. It's not that I just don't care, I'm just sick of his shit. I tried really hard, but all he did was tell me I'm a horrible friend...well, I have but one last thing to say to him (which he'll probably never see)...F*ck Off!!!! BWA HAAHHAHAHA. Ok. I'm done. He's pissed me off for so long, and I've put up with it. I've tried my hardest to be a friend. Even when everyone else laughed at him, and hated him because he's a bitchy, selfish, angry, annoying, arrogant prick....where was I..ah yes...even when everyone else hated him, I tried to be a friend. Oh well. That's what I get.

Anyway. I went swing dancing the other night. Uber-fun! There was this REALLY old lady dancing...really slowly. She was showin' some leg, man! Yow! She had nice legs for an old person, I guess that's the thing to do. You have to celebrate not having veins popping out, or wrinkles all down your legs. I say good for her. Old people rock.

I'm starting to pick it back up. Swing dancing, that is. I went about a week before this last weekend, and I wasn't wearing the best shoes for it. They were platforms. lol. They were the only shoes w/o traction. So, this time I found better shoes in the closet, and it was easier. I still sucked though, but I'm starting to follow better. Fun fun! I think we're going next weekend too. Not sure though. John said something about a dance this Friday.

I want to get Donia and David, then Geoff and Nicole together one night to go dancing. YAY. Funness.

We're also going to be taking lessons this fall. His dad's a dentist and he's the owner's dentist, so we get to take the lessons for free. Pretty sweet.

Ok. I'm off to...goof off some more. Must find something...

Posted by Retrogenesis at July 08, 2003 01:49 PM

 

 

 

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