All About G

I’ll have to admit, I’m really surprised. All of my guy friends have learned how to not push my buttons. Steve learned, Aaron learned, Andy learned too. They all learned what made me happy, sad, and angry. And they all know me really well, like how I behva eand whatnot. All except one person.

B Hoff, I’m sorry, you may be an Honor student, but you are a really stupid kid. You’ve known me for around two years. I seriously thought you would know me by now. Andy figured me out in the end, as did everyone else I know. Eveyrone except you.

I can’t fucking believe you actually thought I was purposely giving you mixed signals. What kind of girl do you think I am. I don’t give ANYONE mixed signals. I flirt with anyone and eveyrone, mainly my friends. Why the fuck would I like you in the first place? You’re attitude has totally changed. I really don’t know what was shoved up your ass, but I’m sick and tired of you being a fucking dick. Sorry that I’m apparently not cool enough for you to be decent to.

Don’t fucking talk to me for a while. A long while. Dick.

Take a look at this:

Parking, acrylic on canvas by ~vijujako on deviantART

Now, tell me, what do you think it is?

I bet you’d never guess that this was an actual painting. It’s freaking amazing. The painter took have a year to paint it with regular paint brushes and free hand. How’d he get such amazing details? A photo for reference, and “Hyperrealism,” which is ‘a genre of painting resembling a high resolution digital photograph.’

Steve Walker, eat your freakin heart out LOL. I know you’d kill to be this damn good.

And to the rest of the folks: Sorry I haven’t been updating. So much has happened, more than you can even imagine, and I just haven’t found the motivation to tell you about it. I promise within a couple of days, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps Thursday, I will definitely write to you and tell you everything that has gone on, has been going on, and will happen in the future. Thanks for your patience!