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-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.


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This was pulled from nightambre who gives further credits. It... is really very flattering... I just wish it were true...





And as a footnote, this was provided by ... *chuckle* Well, on one of the MU*'s I play on, he's my Father...

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Okay, the rage faded a bit. Basically that means things will likely go on as they have. Lucky me, having a conscience.

Megan likes to pick fights with me. I'm not sure /why/, but some of the folks who've spent time around us can likely verify her habits. I don't know what she gets out of it, but it must be some sort of hefty endorphin rush or something; she's like a crack ho scavenging for a hit. Tonight she waited until she was going to bed to do it, a calculated verbal slap that nearly got her decked. I've got a sneaking suspicion that she's completely oblivious of the fact that I've been pushed right to my 'mayhem' limits. My smoking has exploded to 3/4 a pack per day... from my 'normal' of 4, maybe 5 cigs for the whole day.... the smoke bothers her, so I can be assured of some peace when I'm outside. And I think that's how I'm going to handle this: I will find elsewhere to be during the evenings she's home.

Right at the moment, I'm not in a position to do a damned thing about it... short of just walking away from the investment I have in this house. And I am -not- willing to do that. I know there're folks who maintain that I'd be better off without it anyway, but I simply don't see it that way.

I am so incredibly tired... I really didn't need this tonight. Gee, thanks, Megan.