So apparently my friend “Lesbo Lisa” is in town tomorrow for a music concert. She knew about it in advance enough to book tickets for the gig and a hotel. Then she asks me if I want to meet up less than 24 hours in advance.
I believe fatal diseases are more prompt.
Just don’t bother talking to me at all. I’m a cancer on society. I’m a cancer on you and everyone you love. I’m bad news. I only destroy with my passive amiability.
Fuck everyone.
Do stay in touch, darlings.
Toodles!
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