Apparently, I had a war of words with the Lord of Spunk, Caleb. It's May, it's hot. Guess i have to adjust better no? I must admit, i have a thing for argumentative convo crap - like debates, political conjectures, and biased forums. It's an escape from reality, at best. I began contemplating our differences one evening. Oddly, it was quite a fun research involving quirky comments.
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Caleb
"I have a friend with boundary issues. And he starts with an N."
"You're an antisocial hermit."
"We have our limitations. He doesn't."
"Self-centered-narcissistic-insufferable egomaniac."
"He's as sneaky as a Jello."
Naqi
"Everybody loves Caleb. He's a people's person."
"Mirthful and music-oriented(or orientated, says Ms. Sheela)"
"Yeah, I'm evil. He's eviler."
"A simple pain-in-the-perks."
"Five times Caleb, and you get a million years worth of cow manure."
Overall, contemplating is fun. As the great monk(his name escapes me) once said, "You can always contemplate silence but acquiring silence... dream on."
It's nothing personal. It's only a theoretical capacity for mishap.
