I'm far from perfect, but at least I haven't given up on myself.

moody moody frazzy.

Besides, we're pretty much terrible friends anyway. We don't even actually like each other.

And then last night, having to listen to retarded girls read cosmopolitan and actually believe the ridiculous tripe in there set me off and I kinda blew up on that poor girl. I should apologize, but fuck that. She was trying to irk us, so screw her. I hate that immature bullshit. I'm an adult. Nope, I'm not a misogynist, I'm an all around misanthrope.

I'm going to laugh at myself when I read this post tomorrow. I doubt it makes any sense anyway.

-fraz.