index | archives | notes | reviews | FAQ Friday, May. 07, 2004 | 6:34 p.m. [Dirty Fucking Whore] Every time he says "Hi, Amanda" I glare at him. He walks by and looks me in the eye... I give Him ice in return. He makes jokes and tries to talk to me, I am cold and say nothing. I do not look at Him when I know he is looking in my direction. He's the only person I've ever managed to be so terrible to. I feel no remorse. Let's take today, for example. Third period was ending, so I stood up next to my friend and Him. I talked to my friend. At some point, I slapped Him in the face. My friend and another girl next to the door seeped out when the bell rang, and He let me walk out first. I did not say thank you. He put his arm around my shoulders, with His hand on the right one. "Take your hand off my shoulder." "Okay... why?" "Because I don't fucking like being touched." My friend slows down at hearing this. "Don't be so flirtatious." "Well, I try." We walk a little ways and stop before we part, because that's what we always do. He is walking behind us, and sees us standing there. He walks up right as I finish saying "Can I have a hug?" and we are embracing. I am such a pimp whore. << | N | >> whatiscopyright.org