Well technically...

So...my short list of friends is now one person shorter. And my list of hated people officially grows to, let's see, I think I'm at four now...two people who fucked with me in high school, although I really don't care much about that anymore, really, and my two ex-roommates.

Well, given the volatile nature of our relationship, I guess it was bound to happen, but I'm still royally pissed about it. I wrote a really livid, somewhat hateful entry on Myspace...friends only, because it was really not suitable for public consumption. And now I'm writing a slightly more balanced one here. Because I really couldn't NOT blog about this. It's been a long time since I've been simultaneously so angry and so hurt. And I am so strongly tempted to write a really, really scathing and hurtful e-mail. But I won't, because if I do that, we will never be friends again, whereas now there is a very, very slight possibility that if I live to be 5,000 I might not hate her quite as much by the time I die. Might even fail to snarl when I hear her name. You never know...miracles happen, right?