And he doesn’t return my calls.  Perhaps I should just stake out his house.  Or so I thought, until I remembered that that’s the kind of thing that stalkers do, and I’m not a stalker.  I’ll just have to settle for not being with the “in-group”, which I understand only the cool kids are allowed to join.  Fortunately, that does mean I have a lot of company, and we all know what misery loves.  It would be more fitting, however, to imagine what annoyance loves.  I think annoyance loves ice cream.  One scoop of coffee, one scoop of green tea, with Oreo crumbs mixed in.  Deliciousness incarnate.  Maybe diabetes incarnate, but ignore that part of it.  And because I like to mess with TJ,

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He’ll think that it’s some sort of puzzle for him to figure out.  It’ll wear at his sanity…  Until…  One day…  Uh…  Honestly, I have no idea what’ll happen, but it’ll be interesting whatever it is.  I just hope both me and Squishy are around when it happens.