And please take that into consideration when you read me. Because although you like to read, I like to read as well. I like to read. A lot. I can't even stop myself most of the time. The letters don't even have to be in front of my face for me to read them. C-O-R-Y I can see all in my peripheral.
Seriously, why are you gonna fuck with ME? I love YOU. Just talk to me. Tell me what's up. Or at least fucking talk to me when I corner you to talk to me. I'm not ghetto, but I get shit done. I think it's called a motherfucking samurai. OK?
I'm a really sweet, sensitive guy... it's hard for me to not take things personally (which is lame since I am a veteran in this field) from time to time, but I guess I just never expect to take things personally from people I know personally, ya know? Like, couldn't you have mentioned that sooner?
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You're showing serious signs of isolation. I think that until your roommate returns, you might consider hiring a substitute: someone who can responds to your comments unlike the cats. I'd be readily available at no charge were I not deathly allergic to the cats.
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