Kill you or embarrass you, only serves to make you stronger. Or at least, you've thicker skin and simple lame insults won't even scuff your shoes. Do I really need to deal with the issue of 'face'? Frankly I don't care. For starters, what's the point of being weird or bearing a grudge? It requires effort and energy. Hating people takes up a lot of energy, disliking maybe a little less. So I dislike more than I hate. Good enough.

So just because I dislike someone, doesn't mean I can't still be nice. I don't have to roll out the red carpet and shit. Mother taught me to be polite and courteous despite whatever barely-controlled urges I may have to want to beat the shit out of the person. Not that I hate, but you know, when a woman's mad, c-r-a-z-yy things happen. All over the papers.

Boring parties aside, I'm pretty hungry right now. Pigging out over the weekend - vows and oaths of running 6km = flubbery whale indeed. Desperation aside, it's not always so bad catching movies alone. Last night Jigoku Shoujo nearly scared the shit out of me. More anime runs, most definitely. With a hint of nicotine and tea to go along with it!

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