Every time I drink a milkshake I get sick, but I just keep doing it.
*bends over moaning and wailing, licks palms*
"Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get, but if you work really hard, and you're kind, amazing things will happen. I'm telling you...amazing things will happen" --Conan O'Brien
It's absolutely incredible to me that someone can sit there and accuse me of starving them when, in the three days they've been here, I've bought them a sub sandwich, offered to take them to the bakery, told them they could have my entire package of crab legs, repeatedly asked them if they wanted to get something to eat, and ordered them a large pizza that is still in the refrigerator, barely touched (not to mention they also have ice cream and several packages of frozen mini-pizzas in the freezer). What am I supposed to do, buy them the entire grocery store, and McDonald's while I'm at it? It's bad enough that they came here without telling me they had to leech off of me, but for them to go a step further and call me a bad host when I'm already doing more than anyone should be expected to do is something I can scarcely wrap my head around.
I feel used, and I'm not going to tolerate it anymore.
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Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?