(yeah, the duality kicks in, freaky aint it? It's almost as though I have two people living inside my head. No, I do NOT have MPD, I'm just plain 'ol manic-depressive! :P)
Everytime I think about how the good times are exceeded a cent percent by the number of times that you have hurt/neglected/ignored/taken me for granted/treated me like a piece of dirt, I feel strangely relieved.
Even if you hide under the blanket of pretense, I KNOW what lies beneath.
You're so kickass, but also so very dumb.
You tend to overestimate yourself. You may be smart, but babe, I happen to be smarter!
I'm your average part-time God and full-time joker.
