2001-07-28 | YOU IRRITATE ME

written in Alta Loma, California, 12:08 am, March 5, 1998. This one is kinda silly.

"YOU IRRITATE ME"

When I say I'm wasted, let me waste away. If I'm passed out on the floor...just go away. I'm just ignoring you...it's nothing personal. Just trying to take a nap...Lock the door on your way out. If the phone is busy, I left it off the hook. I'm not asleep this time, I'm trying to read a book. Maybe a magazine or the backside of a shampoo bottle... Anything's better today then you... Just take a break...not gonna be fake no more...gonna tell you straight, G...you irritate me... For your own good, just in case you misunderstood. Just let me be, 'cos you ain't no good. If you don't stop....irritated, irritated, irritated...you're going to end up "faded". Worry me?...oh well, not really. I'm pretty good at silent treatment. If you want to talk just go ahead, you fool. Just as I don't have to listen to you, dude. If I pass out in the middle of your story...I'm not really sorry, I'm just kind of bored, see? As soon as you're out of my hair...I'll stop pretending I'm watcing "FRESH PRINCE OF BEL AIR". If you're outside, and I don't answer...and you stay...I call that stalking, and I think you're not okay. Try back in another month, or maybe a couple years. Hopefully I'll have moved by then.

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