Monday, February 23, 2009

Za Vas, Zhukov

Dear jOke:
Even though you irritate me to no end, and i want to strangle you
Even though you're an ass and a narcissist
Even though you're unnecessarily mean

Even though you butt in when you're not wanted -
I still love you to pieces.

You know, i suppose, a lot of my history - unedited, uncensored, and as honest as i can make it without sounding angsty.
So when, i say "Bad mood. Talk later"
And you remain silent, and listen,
I'm s
urprised.
Most are nosy, and irritating.
And you'd know i'd blow up at you if you pressed me.
Especially you.
But no
You said
jOke: =\...
jOke: wana tell me whats wrong =\

That you asked
That you didn't say "what's wrong" or "what now"
But if i wanted to
That's different.

Even if we don't talk as much as we used to, i still remember how your perspective is usually...way more true than mine.
It's refreshing. To not be fed bullshit. And some padded, quixotic dream. Unrealistic. So when you asked, out of any one else
I was the most willing to tell you.
Because i know you can handle it

Because i know you know that everyone has skeletons in their closets



Because you don't judge.




You so don't judge. and if you do, you understand.
You've judged me the least, known me the best, in the least amount of time.

(Unless its complete bullshit (SARAHPETRIEROFFLE))
You knew what was wrong. I love that. "X?"
Yup. And after my ranting and raving
And knowing that I'm not the same person I was in the summer (God, i miss summer.)
And knowing that i'm fucked up
jOke: ....
jOke: what is wrong with X?
K: a lot of things
jOke: has she nothing better to do.?
K: probably not
jOke: friends/
jOke: anything?
jOke: >.>..... gotta be fukin blind if she finds something bad in u
K: you're a sweetie
jOke: i so aM!
You're still...nice. In your own way. Knowing you have room for improvement And you don't give a shit. I looooooveee that.
And then you crack me up (i literally LOL-ed) Poison oak face >]


I hope you eat oranges and think of me, you jerk :)

You are so weird.
And i drink it every time i go.
Oh yeah. And i think its kickass how you wrote your college apps about me.


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