Despite living as a hermit within the Land of One Thousand Curses, I have been bestowed by a genetic anomaly the ability to transfer sweetness and likability only to those I can't bear to be around.
As a result, those I like must suffer through the travails of dealing with often harsh, self-centered, and non-tolerant (no, not intolerant) prick in the grass. At an optional level, I simply will not accept mediocre or half-ass or non-interesting. Bring the yum-yum or don't come at all. Live or damn die.
As a result, those I like must suffer through the travails of dealing with often harsh, self-centered, and non-tolerant (no, not intolerant) prick in the grass. At an optional level, I simply will not accept mediocre or half-ass or non-interesting. Bring the yum-yum or don't come at all. Live or damn die.
