Bec

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Now comes the twighlight zonish part. Yet another AOL girl. This time I have learned my lesson. I ran into this girl, and she simply wanted help. She had moved out here from North Carolina, and got kicked out of the place she was staying. I should have taken that as sign #1. She shall be known as Bec. My roomie and I let her stay with us and boy did we regret it. Talk about annoying. She laughed like a nasel Fran Dresher, and NEVER shut-up. And all of her stories were the same... all "poor me". Now if there's one thing I can't stand, it's someone always complaining about how bad their life is and not doing a damn thing about it, when it's all their fault to begin with. COPE DAMNIT! I feel strongly that coping skills should be taught in second grade, because that's how old people act when they feel sorry for themselves.

Then stupid little me decides to ask a friend to let her stay there because we were finally kicking her out, and didn't have the heart to make her homeless. Doh! We should have just kicked her so far she landed on her rump in Iowa. My friend and I came home to his place one day and found her screwing some strange guy on the couch.
PUNT! And the kick is good!

12/24 ARGH! I've created a monster! I went to check my snail-mail yesterday, to find that there was a Christmas card waiting for me. "Cool and stuff" I thought to myself as I merrily strolled back to my flat. There was no return name or address, so I was completely oblivious to the impending doom that was about to envelope me. I opened up the card, and read "Porpoise Man, I miss you and I wish I was there so we could spend the holidays together ." That was a really nice thing I thought until I saw the picture that was sent with it. There staring out at me with a grin that can only be described as "Duh...which way did he go, George... Which way did he go?" was Bec. After I recovered from my initial instinctive reaction to panic and move to Abudabi, I noticed something else that made me curl up in a corner and whimper. When she was still around, I made a comment in passing that I had a thing for black hair. And you got it. She done dyed her hair black. She was a platinum blonde when I met her, and now more than ever she resembled something that should have been put out of our misery a long time ago. Heaven help me should she return to here to seek me out. I mean, I'd hate to have to run to someplace far away to hide from her because after all, I call this planet home.