floyd

HELLO FLOYD. I have a few qualms with you that I feel need to be addressed. You are so incredibly lucky that I'm in Portland right now and not in LA where I could inflict serious damage upon you. Seriously.

You have a few things wrong in your blog Floyd's Blog and I would like to straighten them out. Sarah (Surr, as you call her...sounds kinda like "sir", verdad? ) has not spoken to me since she was in Costa Rica. You are right that she doesn't like me. She, completely in character and in an attempt to avoid all confrontation while simultaneously backstabbing a friend, would not dare to tell me this but definitely makes it clear through her avoidance of me and through all the little birdies who tell me she wouldn't like to see me. No, we haven't gotten into any formal fight. I simply called her out on a few things over summer, things she apparently couldn't accept. It's true that it's much easier to live in denial. I've tried it as well, and while it's a great temporary escape, it will inevitably come back to her. And while every other person I knew agreed with what I had to say at the time (and they still do agree with me), I seem to be the only one who has this wrath thrown upon me. Yes, it's a bitch.

I'll admit that I did not know that Andres had a problem with me. Thank you for bringing that to my attention. The next time that he starts a fake-friendly conversation with me (or Molly, for that matter) like he always does, I'll keep that in mind. It's funny how people are so deceiving.

Next, I'm glad that the problems that keep me up at night give you entertainment. I'm glad that you find a sick pleasure seeing my friends dissipate and my old home crumble before my eyes. You're right, it's very funny. I find it hilarious that we can't get along, that somehow I've become the hated one. Remember when you liked me Floyd, remember that? Well guess what, I'm Alex's now. You can't stand it. Act like you don't care but I hope it kills you inside. Don't call my boy your "homie" and then go on to trash him, because I just won't stand for it. You know I love him.

I see you hinting about our sex life all the time. I usually ignore it, I don't humor you with any response, but I'll tell you now because you've pushed me too far- it's amazing. If you really want to know, I will tell you. We have mind-blowing sex that you only dream of. Then again, any kind of sex would be a dream to you.

As you can tell, your blog has quite evidently infuriated me. It's kind of sad that you've let shit-talking whores infiltrate your brain and tell you what to think about me or Molly. I'd like to know what you really thought before coming in contact with them. If you really think that hanging out with us is "dealing with Aline or Molly", then I suggest that we don't try any more hanging out. If you would like to live in your own Sarita's-pussy-whipped world and believe the things that people say about the BETTER PEOPLE, and by better people I mean me and molly and alex, then go ahead and try.

I'm glad you guys had fun without us. All of you, really. I hope you continue to have fun whilst being selfish whores. Wait there's no need to curse. Just don't try to talk to me anymore pretending everything is okay. Be Real. I would think that a brother would understand the term. Either work things out with me or keep out of my business. I don't need anyone talking about me behind my back. And, honestly, my telling Ahlyzik to call you last-minute was just a last stitch effort at being nice. Don't think for a second that you were turning down any eager-eyed friends, begging you to come to dinner. I don't think they serve fried chicken at BJ's anyway.



And I still think the saddest part of your blog was seeing that you went home and played video games. I thought we were older than that, you fucking loser.