Fuck him

I did something that he wouldnt want me to do.  I deleted off the internet.  But i only really did that to push his buttons. I still have them saved.  He says he's going to go online and school me and prove to me that I suck; I welcome it. Because he's wrong, he doesn't even finish his post properly.  I'll show him.  I applied for my loan, it's been sent.  Then I can graduate (or drop out, whichever happens faster) and I'll be making $100 and he'll be making 40.  I'm the CEO. I have two jobs with that title.  So what? Does anyone care?

Fuck him was a harsh post title.  I dont genuinely mean that, but i do too.  Or else i wouldnt have called this that.  We can love each other, there's no hate.  That's why its so easy to tell him to go fuck himself. Who cares?

I'll tweet you the site JB.  You've got competition.

A Mint For Breakfast

I had a mint this morning
For breakfast.  Later on I spit.
The mint had turned it bright
Green, I noticed, as it
Hurled toward the ground in the repulsive
Way that only spit can.  The green was a nice change
From the red and black spit
From the blood and tar that I've grown
Accustomed to over the years.
I should have more mints
For breakfast.