Monday, March 10, 2008

The Ghoul's Ghouls Only Come Out at Night

Come on, Deb. Why do you do this to me? To yourself?? You don't know me. Is it absolutely necessary that you ask me if I'm okay lately? Lately?? What are you comparing it to? The me you don't know any other time of the year?

The reason I sound abrupt and short with you is because you're you. And that's the same reason your roommates don't like you much; because you're you, not because you're a girl and you're white, as you've once claimed at least once before the entire class. Wow. Just wow.

How are you a real person?? How will you survive come real-life time? I'm scared for you.

People think I hate people in general; I don't. I just think they're hilarious. There is no rage involved, just... pure bewilderment.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

when you call me dickweed, my heart gets warm and fuzzy.

but yea, just offering my "here here" and glass clinking for all tonight's points.

danner q. rockefeller said...

You already used this picture.

Nik said...

What picture?