9/13/2001 12:55:14 AM
i used to talk to this person online, quite a bit, and associated similar obstacles faced, with common ground as though circumstances created some kind of unseen solidarity. i assumed alot of things, including a basic level of intelligence, decency and je ne sais quoi, similar to husband and my kooky nature, and it turned out, and i was shown shortly thereafter that i couldn't have been more wrong. this person, like most others, turned out to be a complete and utter dissapointment, lameass, sad sack of poo, on par with every other doofus i encounter on a daily basis; but those little words on a screen made it so easy to have high hopes, and see things that weren't there... like potential. but still i wonder, and poke around out of curiosity, like rubbernecks at a crash site, just what kind of idiocy is it now?, and laugh but sometimes feel a bit sad that those little words on a screen couldn't have belonged to a person i'd wish for, instead of this douchebag before me, and that the douchebag before me does not worship me and wish to learn the error of their ways, and correct themselves immediately, to be reborn loosely in my image. for i am excellent, and do not like to have just my catch phrases ripped off. my social graces (i have such a thing?) hope no one i wouldn't want to offend might interpret that as being directed at them. pretentious and snobby... ever reaching for the top of that hill.

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