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Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Mean, Nasty.
Standing forlornly at my deceased friend Nate's funeral last weekend, I vowed that I would become a better person, that I wouldn't say mean, critical or shallow things about other people no matter who they are or what they do.
Easier said that done.
I don't think I have an addiction to shit talking, and my friends know I'm not like that, but I need to cut it out of my life.
I'm not any more insecure or fucked up than the next person, so why can't I stop? Maybe I need to move to the midwest and start using adverbs like "surely", as in, "We surely are glad you folks stopped by." That might cure it.
Easier said that done.
I don't think I have an addiction to shit talking, and my friends know I'm not like that, but I need to cut it out of my life.
I'm not any more insecure or fucked up than the next person, so why can't I stop? Maybe I need to move to the midwest and start using adverbs like "surely", as in, "We surely are glad you folks stopped by." That might cure it.
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