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| I know, I know, you're all thinking: God, does this bitch really have friends? Ha! Mean people. But in answer to that, yes, this bitch really does have friends. In the little online world we all have here, real people are difficult to come by unfortunately. Out of this mess that we call the internet, I have found relatively few that I'm proud to call my friends. Quality not quantity, and they don't make them more high quality than this.. For you rare folks, this page is for you. |
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| For being my friends, for always backing me up, teaching me all I know, your enduring loyalties, endearing qualities, trust in me, and/or for just kicking some serious ass. I thank you. I pray that one day I can be the friend to you all that you've all been to me. |
| This one has been here with me for over a year now. Through my many mood swings, my little crack-ups, my rantings, my tears, troll-bashing, man-bashing, woman-bashing, people-bashing, conniving behaviors, man manipulations, the temper-tantrums *weg*, cyber wars, lost friends, a lost love, lost sleep, intricate revenge plots, nicotine shortages, arguments, debates, black permanent markers, heater malfunctions, roommate issues, religion//abortion//death penalty//seatbelts//animal rights//men//life discussions, jealous pathetic women, desperate stupid selfish men, asshole rude people, job/school problems, and r/l bullshit. And we've beaten them all (except for maybe the permanent marker.) We met through some loser guy we knew from here online. Our friendship is the only good thing that came out of that mess, and I for one am greatful. (Chris, if I never see you again it'll be too soon, but I thank you for being a rat bastard.) Now, allegedly, she's the nice one out of the two of us. I know better, but I let her think she is *grins*. Many of you may know her as the_inner_bitch or h0ly_wh0re. Maybe she even made you beat the shit out of yourself with a hairbrush or put pointy objects in your peepee. Perhaps she's knocked the cyber shit out of you herself in a room, or tore you up on mic. But she is my bestest friend and the one that has backed me up through every decision I've ever made, be it right or wrong. Out of all the friends I've had in my life, this is the one that I'm determined is forever stuck with me.... For-EV-er. We are yin and yang, soul mates, two opposite elements of evil *efg*, and everyone else sucks ass. Exactly. Exactly. Exactly. And if you don't mind Inner, I'm going to keep you. Cuz I luv you, you coldhearted fukkin psycho you xoxoxoxox Click on her name above to read a story that Inner wrote. |
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| Raidersordie |
| I have known Raider for around a year now as well. *Sighs* Oh what to say about this one *grins*. We met in a private room of mine while I was sporting a mistress name (course the reason I suspect he stayed that night was because Inner was beating on some poor unsuspecting 18 year old whore boy). But hey, whatever the reason, I do believe I'm rather attached to him as well. We have set a date you know; nicotine, chocolate, diamond studded collars, backyard choke chains, and breeding practices. Of course, neither of us can now agree on the date, but merely a minor technicality. I will forever be his disobediant, obnoxious, foul tempered, unruly pet. No matter the number of 2000 word essays I write, nor the times I cut off my own tongue to email it to him at his bidding, no matter how many fat hoes and hershey trucks we go through, and, even though I know he wants to breed me (ok, OK, ESPECIALLY because he wants to breed me) I hope to remain his friend, his pet, his lawyer (hint hint hint *weg*). There are very few people I trust, very few I miss when I don't see them regularly, very very few I don't want to ever lose. And you Masta' are one of them. Muah. |
| Slutmaster49 |
| For letting me just be me. Something not many do. *mumbles something about all the good ones being taken* I've known Slutmaster since shortly after I began coming online. I don't get the chance to talk to him nearly enough anymore, but I never have to worry that he will forget about me or be any less my friend. He's been here for me many many times, and always capable of putting my messes into perspective, he has helped me through very trying times as well as all the good. My troll-bashing partner where so few others can keep up. And all the time that goes by where our schedules clash, make me miss him all the more. We seriously need to kick some ass again soon. It's been FAR too long. Besides, someone needs to keep me in line *weg*. And for all the time, the days that go by and I don't get to talk to you Slutmaster, know that I miss you, you're always in my heart, and you're never ever far from my thoughts. |
