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Ever have one of those days when it seems like your friends suck and everything just makes you cranky?


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  1. andria

    That sucks… but, always the voice of reason (or not… remember, I just got attacked by a bobcat) I’m here to say that it could always be worse.
    Oh crap. I don’t know. I took a Vicodin and am watching The Truman Show.

  2. Cris

    Nope I never have days like that. But my friends sure do, and my family does, and the neighbor, my dog, the cat, my boss and co-workers, my wife and kids… HEY DAMNIT!!! You don’t think it’s me, do you???

  3. Kelley

    Cranky? Everyday.

    Friends suck? I just shut the laptop. Oh, you mean real life people that you can reach over and grab inappropriately… I just tell them I have my period and they stay the fuck away. Maybe you can try that? Might even get you a gig on Oprah.

  4. Crys

    As I am sure this is the 100th comment from people who worship you on the internet, asking: “Avi? Is it me? Do you think I suck? Is there something I can do to make you love me again?” I will not do that, because if anything I am original: if you recall I used to be the woman who showed the whole depraved internet her tongue with a decapitated ceramic head of St. Francis right in the center of it, which is original if anything could be, but then I thought maybe you hate me because I told you I wouldn’t talk to you ever again for a week because of your blatant oversights where i am concerned, and then because I commented back to you in my journal and mentioned that indifference is the opposite of love and indifference is when you don’t talk only about me in poems which are well thought out, and I don’t know, did you think I’m serious? Maybe you did? But then, being psychic, I realized you could never, because Jesus Christ look at me I’m fabulous!, plus I’m flying to your house for a party, and I am the kind of girl who would get there one day early on purpose and offer to set up wooden constructs (notice I didn’t say erect so as to keep you focused) and climb high ladders (even afraid of heights, such as I am) simply so you wouldn’t have to, and I would cook you and your wife fabulous meals (without meat, I’m sorry, it’s not her, it’s me) and afterward would sit and tell you delightful stories which would probably not be as fun as yours or anything but the POINT IS, GOD!, that I would try.

    So surely you don’t mean me.

  5. Little Miss Sunshine State

    I would be a really good friend and trade you for my week. But then you would have my bronchitis AND a broken toe.

    And then all your friends would feel bad for you and bring you porn and food and candy.

    That part didn’t happen at my house. I can’t even get sympathy from my husband.

  6. Jay

    I have noticed this myself. At first I felt a little better after reading this because I was thinking I was the only one. Now though, as I read through the comments here I realize not only am I NOT the only one, but it seems that this is a problem for many people. So now I don’t feel special at all. And that makes me even sadder.

  7. Kris

    If yer feelin’ stabby and you know it, clap your hands!
    If yer feelin’ stabby and you know it, clap your hands!
    If yer feelin’ stabby and you know it, then your face will surely show it.
    If yer feelin’ stabby and you know it, stick an ice pick through the first person to piss you off’s temple and hide the body.

    Or something like that.

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