full of shit

friends are full of shit.

actually people are full of shit.

really, I'm full of shit.

over the weekend, i was mad with the Jew-hater and the Man-hater.

now, i feel a bit better, especially after meeting up with mr. tan, who is lost like me, but can figure out where most libraries are and where 111 ends.

i heard from mr. tan that the Man-hater is upset with my email. cos i called her self-centered. it's ironic cos it's a self-centered letter to a self-centered person. anyway, there were other things i wanted to say but i held back.

i shouldn't have.

the truth is hard to take.

i have known her for years but it really very sad because I don't really know her. i think none of us do. maybe because we are men.

i thank God i have no romantic interest in her (can't say the same for some other fool), although i have thought about it. but we will bore each other to tears and early deaths.

the jew hater is another old friend i don't know well. but there is less sadness here, not because he's a guy but because he's just off the charts. i didn't turn up for the group meeting cos i know i was pissed enough to shoot my mouth at him.

he and his Possible Girlfriend (mr. tan's brilliant words) are undoubtedly meant for one another, whether the sponge cake tastes delicious or not.

i just have this feeling that the cake in question, and the tastebuds involved, is simply, like me and my friends here (except the esteemed mr. tan)

full of shit.