Ah, fuck it.
That's the way, right? RIse up the anger to cover up the disappointment -- tell yourself that it's someone else's failure to live up to your standards that causes all the problems. They just can't hack it. So few people are capable of dealing with my way of doing things -- but that's their fault, not mine. They should realize how priviledged they are to capture my attention in the first place.
Fools.
So, fuck all that.
Next week is Bloomday 100: the perfect time to finally sit down and read Ulysses, don't you think?
That's the way, right? RIse up the anger to cover up the disappointment -- tell yourself that it's someone else's failure to live up to your standards that causes all the problems. They just can't hack it. So few people are capable of dealing with my way of doing things -- but that's their fault, not mine. They should realize how priviledged they are to capture my attention in the first place.
Fools.
So, fuck all that.
Next week is Bloomday 100: the perfect time to finally sit down and read Ulysses, don't you think?
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How was the birthday?
I wish I would have been able to hang out with you.
How was it?