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Your last post just crystallizes why I love the net so much, and why I love myself so much.
You have to adamantly deny that I'm even half of what I say I am. Because, if I am what I say I am. Than I am beyond you. That and 75% of people lie about themselves on the internet. However, like or not, I impress myself on a daily basis. I'm impressing myself right now.
You could call me conceited, I'd agree with you. Call me an asshole, you betcha. Full of myself, you'd be too.
But when your only recourse is to doubt that my life is a good as I say it is? Then hands down, I'm the winner. I'm just ecstatic right now.
Goddamn, boy! I fucking own you now, I led you right where I wanted you to go and you performed just like you were supposed to.
You do me a favor, you just keep pretending I'm some pathetic little schmuck whose living from paycheck to paycheck. Don't believe me. It's the greatest compliment I could've ever have hoped to recieve.
Good night, my little fiddle.
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