|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
see... with this ability... you get the feeling shown from a person... not the words... so you can actually get a few possible versions of a person's life with the same displays.
This is how I can still be tricked. what I hate is the smart ones that have been stuck where they are for so long... but like what I hear...
why... um... they're crazy and one-sided. I become the one latched onto for the advice that they need. Some try and pretend they're not latched... like I can't tell... I can; just not always why I matter, so much.
This goes a billion-time for people that claim to actually enjoy my company and then never want to do anything. You're lying. That's fine. You approached me for sex, probably, and you hate that I like being a good person. That is my downfall because it is inconvenient for YOU.
I have been dealing with this shit since I was 11! No... this is not the first time I've dealt with an asshole... You are NOT a special little snowflake! In fact--you're all the god-damn same!
Most people can pretend to be my friend for up to a year before they decide to cut-bait... In areas where friendships actually form... like Minnesota, where I'm from!
It's such a wonderful day! no headache! new adventure! cuddling with kitty (let's face it... kitty loves when I get a migraine... yes, slave... you need lots and lots of cuddling and nobody can stand being around you when you're pitiful but ME!!! kneel before me!!!)
It's true... my kitty told me that I was to devote more time to her. I told her that was impossible..
This was after learning how to talk to dogs and cats, obviously. My cat was thrilled that I learned how to talk to her... because I hadn't realized that she chose me as her slave. She allows me to be around her because she finds me more tolerable than pretty much everyone/thing in the world.
She also knows she's kidding herself... she is depressed with psychopathic tendencies. When I displease her... she punishes me! by pissing on something! I am her slave; the way she nags. Her nagging never stops me from leaving the house... so she's torn.
Once I learned of her error... I let her know a thing or two!! She tried to teach me a lesson... and I got a can of compressed air... and she has decided to allow me more freedom ever since!
That's right... I love my kitty... she may control me all she wants... she just can't piss on my stuff. And then I developed my world peace plan. So--it was a fight with my cat that made me want to destroy all assholes.