Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Except That Autistic Children Do Not Make Me Annoyed As you might know (or not), I have a password to my stalker's online diary. So does my good friend. And so does half of my other friends (courtesy of me). We read her diary religiously; her page is our homepage on our browsers. We then discuss it for hours and hours and hours. Her diary angers us, makes us happy, and motivates us to learn because no one wants to be retarded! Her diary is like reading something written by an autistic child. Except, autistic children do not bring up so much anger and annoyance in me. Ah... I exploit her too much, but hell, she set herself up for it. I'm an awful person but she's worse because she made me the way I am. Each time I see this oblivious person, I just want to smack, nay, punch some sense into her. For her own sake, she just better stop writing and talking, and she should just start reading books and learn how to write. For her birthday, my good friend and I planned to get her a Dictionary and an instruction booklet (written by us) on how to use a Spellchecker. Too bad we just decided on not getting her anything. 2:25 p.m. - December 12, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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