"What-ev-er." I reply, mustering all my teenage snarliness that remains. "I think you're playing me. And I've had enough. See ya." I turn my back on him. He keeps talking. I keep ignoring. He hangs around for awhile and gives up.
*cries* i read this (after returning home from a day of having my ass thoroughly chewed, thank you very much), and good GOD: do i EVER wish (on some days, anyhow), that i could reply like THIS!!
ok, NOW everyone KNOWS why i'm so *rude* in my personal life...
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Date: 2003-07-14 08:07 pm (UTC)*cries*
i read this (after returning home from a day of having my ass thoroughly chewed, thank you very much), and good GOD: do i EVER wish (on some days, anyhow), that i could reply like THIS!!
ok, NOW everyone KNOWS why i'm so *rude* in my personal life...