I quit...

I'd like to start by saying thank you to all two of you who left me love...and breakfast foods...I believe I'll be taking the bacon instead of the toast. The toast just doesn't have the same artery-clogging appeal that bacon does...

Beyond that...I talked to psycho Billy tonight...I wish something would clog his arteries...ugggh. He's such a shit, he really thinks that my only goal in life is to ruin his, when honestly--I just don't give a damn. Perfect example--he truly believes that I went to that wedding reception with the sole intention of pissing him off. No, that part just comes naturally...I enjoy dancing and drinking...and all the rest of that stuff. Furthermore, I just love the fact that he always manages to find out exactly what I did and where I did it and with whom I did it. Weird. Like he's got the KGB or something trailing me. And he truly believes that it bothers me when he finds out what I've done..why would I care? It isn't like I make any special effort to be all secretive...if I was that concerned, I wouldn't be doing whatever it was that I happened to be doing.

All right, enough of that shit. I'm not even really pissed anymore when I talk to him...actually it borders on amusement now.