Glitter is the herpes of craft supplies.

I think I'm pretty fucking justified in my anger. Practically fucking whining "Stop hugging me, there are new people today!" which you know I know translates to "That girl's really cute, and I don't want her to think that because you're hugging me you're my girlfriend" is not a good way to get me to stop without getting upset. I mean, if she's that cute, she's probably too stupid to notice that I hug everyone, right?

I certainly hope that I don't act like you're beholden to me, Will. Forgive me for thinking that because you're my friend, you would, you know, want to hang out with me. Or, hell, I'm sorry for even thinking you were my friend, because obviously that was stepping over the line too, huh?

( Lyrics post. Wewt. )