Cause I’m sorry (but not really)

Aime came home last night! Hooray! Its nice to have her back if only for a couple of weeks. Brian and I are getting excited for our new place but we both agree Aime is the best of roommates. Sometimes its the little things like starting the dishwasher when I forgot to.

To make up for my abysmal lack of happiness yesterday let me direct you to a page that will surely make you squirm with delight. Are you ready? Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
HERE.
Did it work? Did you see the cuteness? Are you overwhelmed with the sweetness and light?
Good. Cause thats why you came, isn’t it?
Oh wait, that was the other people who actually like me.

You just came because you can’t stay away. Tell me, family member, do you enjoy your stalker urges? Have you come to make sure that you were right, that I’m making Brian unhappy? Would it interest you to know that we are very happy? This surprises you, because you assumed you knew him. Because dear GOD how could anyone as twisted as me make anyone happy? Oh wait, that would be you, in your sad poser world, claiming to embrace differences but still hiding your own. Tell me, do you get tired of the lies?
I don’t want you reading my blogs, you know this. I happen to enjoy having a public blog. I actually make friends this way- something you don’t understand because you have to buy them. If you could you would go to Costco and pick them up cheaply and in bulk so you could throw them away all the more easily when you were done with them. So I’m not going to put this blog on private. I’m declaring war on you. Perhaps now you’ll run to my mother? Tell her how hateful I am?
I dare you.