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:: 2.02.2004 ::

What does a snow day mean to the world? A day off from the normal drudgery of life/career/school.

What does a snow day mean to me? It's just that much harder to get into studio.

In the last few days, I have spent a lot of time and energy (and money) to go out of my way to make sure people are happy. When some people receive these gifts of mine, they are very pleased, thank me / congradulate me, return with a gift of their own, and make it a very pleasant experience. Those who were at the party last night that acted like this - you made the whole thing worthwhile. When other people receive these gifts, they are surly, mocking, complain about how I did things or the result, and then I receive no thanks and no retruns. Honestly, I am at a loss. I don't know how to deal with these other people. Do I say something back? Do I ignore them and proceed with my business as usual? Do I show them, by pointing to their lower ribs, how high a pair of grilling tongs would go if I shoved them up their ass? My first reaction is to retaliate somehow, but then I have people putting hands on my chest saying "now Fred, you're being an asshole" and I know they're right. So what do I do? I'm confronted with this problem, more an issue of blatant disregard for the community as a whole on a daily basis.

I want to be a good person. I don't want to be a dick. I want to be a good friend and roommate. But I cannot withstand what I see as personal attacks and continue to turn the other cheek with no recourse of my own. Help me.

"'Fuck you, I hate you' 's all she said, as she slapped my face and spit beer on me. And my pants are falling down..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:50 AM [+] ::
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