Beef: It's what's rotting in your colon.

[joelsephiryn]

Okay, so I'm dressing as Dr. Frank N Furter for Halloween this year. I've been trying to practice walking in these freaking shoes. Man, oh, man. Six-inch platform/pump/heels/whatever you call 'em are NO PICNIC. They're not like stilettos or anything; they've got a pretty thick heel, but they still suck. These have got to be the most uncomfortable

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[sardonic_artery]

I know what you mean about the confusion over conflict. After a while you find yourself really hazy on how things got started even though it seemed so concrete back then. It is a thin line between love and hate. Both require passion and caring. It wouldn't surprise me if you became friends with that guy, or if it fizzled out to nothing. Regardless, I think it's cool that you made amends with him. Here's to not letting the sun go down on anger.

Man, Verne Troyer... is it really so bad?