this bad. - Zseni wrote:

See, smart as you are you keep a battle reference library holstered and ready to draw. This makes having a conversation with you a tad daunting. I see you as sitting there swinging your manriki of acquired knowledge slowly over your head, waiting for the suckers.

I'll be most proud of you when I've your books on my shelves. I'm hoping it won't be too long.

/cocksucking

Italo Calvino's "Italian Folktales" impressed me, I've a friend that teaches at UIC gift me with it, He wrote another and I'll try to get the title for you. I only have eight other's from your selection. I keep them upstairs and most probably have dust on them.

(Peter Arnett goes to work as I should be going to bed. I've woken up about an hour ago, only four hours late for work. I have to go panic now.)

I was boasting, plain and simple. It was braggartly. My guess was that you would respond with asskissing commentary which completely ignores both the non-sequitur nature of such a list and its obvious, salient, lumpyfat unmissable pompousness.

And you did.

Points to ES for catching it; points off for calling someone gay only moments after wailing to God about dead babies. Dude, are those walls Tiffany??!?

Anyway what does all this mean? Compliments from you are meaningless. If you don't have the tact and perception to know how wildly out of place they are in a situation like this, why the fuck should the words dribbingly from your keyboard mean anything but "please don't hurt me?" Get off my jock, you parasite. You've been sniffing around v's cunt too, haven't you? You two should get along just great, but every time you talk to me my skin crawls. "Battle Reference Library?" LOL. "Impressed me?" LOLOLOLOL. Extra points for the blogworthy "have to go panic now."