All I can say… karma is a bitch. I’d had to be stuck in a city I don’t like, an apartment I can’t stand, and a job I loathe. Alone. We all know who I’m talking about. It’s funny, a few people had some kind words to speak about her tonight, but, then when they heard about the shit which went down… it turned into the more honest conversation. I’ve since told my friends, do NOT withhold shit from me. You’ll earn more of a lasting friendship with me if you tell me what you really think, and stop protecting me. It’s not a huge issue… but, in order for things to progress, it’s nice. I’m not sure why I really still care, sometimes I do, and then I don’t. But, when I care for a brief minute… it all fades away. It’s really sad. It’s also fucking annoying. The shit talk is stupid. I’ve closed the door, and moved on, and shut my mouth. Ok, I’m writing about it here, but, it’s more because I’m still pissed someone can actually be that way towards another person. Me, of all people, as well. Whatever… I don’t even know why my damn brain thinks this shit. I guess maybe to work beyond it. I dunno. Maybe I should go down to the sixth borough and teach a few people a lesson. Then again, that would acknowledge any lowly existance of them, and I can’t really waste my time on that. Yet, I write about it here… maybe that’s how fucking pissed off I really am. Mmm… who knows. I bet the Sens win the cup.