The other day, a certain young lady suggested me to check out One Tree Hill. She just started watching the show, and found it enjoyable. Since she is beautiful, I decide to be nice to her. I downloaded the show and began watching. It’s odd though, given that she’s an intelligent girl over the age of fifteen, but I let it go because I was into The O.C back then. It was my guilty pleasure show, for the first two seasons.
The story began six years ago when the talented basketball player Lucas Scott gave the highschool cheerleader Payton Sawyer a life when her car broke down and her boyfriend Nathan Scott, Lucas’s half brother of the same father, refused to come picking his queen up despite being 10 minutes away because he was at the gym. Ever since, “One Tree Hill” is telling the story about how the underdog win the pretty girl’s heart. As much as I admire beauty, I am still a honest person. I made a point never to lie to a girl. Occasionally, I give different of the truth, but never the lie. I care about people feeling.
One Tree Hill is pretty bad. Ignore that all the actors, who are supposed to be highschoolers, look 10 years older, the characters they play are unbelievably obnoxious and the plot is ridiculously absurd. There are moments when I mumbled to myself, pretending that I was giving advice to the characters on the screen because they are acting insane and I feel obligated to give them some input. Once every few episodes, at the moment of predictable and contrived lines about heartache, I tear up because something in the air get in my eyes.
Anyway, talking about OTH makes me want to have a deep conversation about something interesting. Picked this up today, confession of a roommate:
Remember when the spaghetti we had tasted funny. Remember when you thought you tweaked a nerve in your mouth because your mouth was all numb each morning. While you were rubbing it in that you had been hired for your dream job to your concurrent boyfriend, I heard you mention your mandatory drug test. I mixed three whole grams of cocaine into your toothpaste. I also put about an eighth of marijuana into our spaghetti. I know you called all your friends and family over the course of five days to rub it in that you found your dream job; paid summer travel, great salary, great benefits, they were even going to pay for grad school. I know you sold me your truck because you wanted to rub it in that they were giving you a company truck. I know you spent most of the money from the truck celebrating your new job in Homer with your "new" boyfriend last weekend. I know you quit your current job because you were starting the new one in two weeks. I know you own the house, but I pay the mortgage because your old dead end job didn't pay enough. I also know you cheated on me in the house we share. I know you lied when you told me you had cheated and said it was a one time deal. I know you used the condoms I bought. I know you still do, I poked holes in them. I also completely moved out while you were in Homer. I guess the cool thing about paying your mortgage was you never made me sign a lease. I am not going to sell your truck back to you; I'm not going to sell you back any of the furniture I bought. I know you are very confused why I disappeared thinking I had no idea you had been cheating for a while. I know they filled your old job because you told me blubbering and crying in the message you left me about how you miserably failed the drug test and lost your new job after one hour on the job, and you can't get your old one back. I was going to ask you to marry me in June. Fuck you whore, have fun with foreclosure.
Cheated On
yes, I know this sounds like all the best-of-craigslist and fmylife stories in the sense that it didn’t happened but it is still worth probing because it is entertaining. If this is true, our hero probably is facing a number charges and jail time from possession of narcotic to attempted murder. I can imagine this person is someone who was rejected/cheated who wishes he had done this to some girl that didn’t want him. I’ve come in term with a belief that everyone, after a difficult relationship, seeks out revenge by behaving the exact same ways that was done in that relationship. For example, women who were cheated by their boyfriends, often become, for lack of a better words, sluts. Guys, are more emotionally destroyed when it comes to being a cheatee though. I can describe, but I won’t because I don’t want you, my dear readers to infer how I was after a relationship .
Nevertheless, I wondered what did happened to the more common, widely-used solution, releasing your sex tape online though. It has proved successful many times. Also, more believable.
Lastly, I’ve always enjoyed the tale of mere existence, but this new one is topping my chart
Friends, is everything under control?
-k
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