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So...I can't stand it when you raise your hand in class, and the professor makes a gesture that prompts you to spew forth another one of your obnoxious diatribes on the workshopped story's faults. Problems. Mistakes. Whatever you call them, I don't care. Point is, I don't agree with anything you say. I think you're wrong: completely, totally, utterly. I wonder what you snorted right before class that you could be able to cook up something so ridiculously far-fetched that people could still recognize it as an opinion. The part I love the most is that as much as you trash stories, your own work isn't much to brag about. This is an opportunity where I could go off on your pieces, but I won't because I'm a good person. Also, I'm too lazy, and the list of your writer issues would require another post. Anyway.

You're an asshole, and you own up to it. Fine, I can respect you for that. However, what crawled up your ass and died? Why are you always on my case? I don't even want to say something resembling a declarative statement in front of you, lest the hint of whatever emotional investment mysteriously imbued in my dialogue incites your inner douchebaginess and has you automatically challenging me to a verbal sparring match, which--obviously--I am too lazy to be bothered with. So, explain yourself please. Go annoy someone else. It's apparent enough that we have differing views and opinions, and I don't like to argue and debate. Why latch on to me? Take for instance this past Tuesday night. For the better part of an hour, you attempted to provoke me in every way possible after the (thankfully) one class we shared was over.

Okay, maybe I'm being too mean about this. Maybe there exists some redeeming qualities deep deep DEEP within you. It would be nice if you revealed them now and show me that you are more than just another typical, arrogant, obnoxious musician/wanna-be writer. Otherwise, I don't think I have it in me to forgive myself for what I'm about to confess:

You're really infuriating and really weird and I really want to jump your bones. Really, really badly. I can't even explain it. Fuckity fuck fuck.