You Love to Hate Me
Arrogant Bastard
So, after getting beaten up at what was supposed to be a fairly average night out, I had to go to hospital. Joy. I always hated hospitals. The sharp smell and the thought of now-dead people that had lain in the very bed I was in always made me shiver.
There wasn’t that much point in going, anyway. They didn’t say too much. Had doctors laughing at my story all night, too. You know, I don’t see the funny side; give it two months or so and I might, but right now, with the bruises still black down the side of my face, I’m in no mood to laugh . It would hurt too much to anyway.
Yet as I lay in bed, I thought. It wasn't all his fault, and he DID stop the concert to check if I was okay. I was just in no fit state to reply.
So, after a long sleep in the morning, I decide I will give that guitarist a chance to apologise. I mean maybe he feels really bad; and he WAS hot, so I wouldn’t mind talking to him again!
I searched Myspace for a while and came across the band profile. I wondered if they really check it.
'Ah well, no harm in trying,' I thought.
Deciding I would just address my comment to Frank, the man who'd kicked me (as I found out from the profile), I wrote explaining who I was.
I didn’t expect a reply for at least days. I mean, they must get a ton of comments.
I was thirsty so decided to go make myself a coffee. I was surprised to find that by the time I'd come back to the laptop; about 5 minutes later, there was a reply
'I remember you ! Sorry for kicking you but you must admit .. it was freaking hilarious!'[\i]
Hilarious?!?! My face is black and blue. Why did he bother messaging me just to make me feel worse about it and hate him more?
Now I was annoyed. What a dick! He should hope I don’t meet him again soon or his bruises will match mine.
Suddenly he doesn’t seem so hot; just arrogant and selfish. I was so certain I wouldn’t feel anything for him and would avoid him whenever I could.
But of course things, never go as planned. Before long I had my next encounter with Frank Iero.
There wasn’t that much point in going, anyway. They didn’t say too much. Had doctors laughing at my story all night, too. You know, I don’t see the funny side; give it two months or so and I might, but right now, with the bruises still black down the side of my face, I’m in no mood to laugh . It would hurt too much to anyway.
Yet as I lay in bed, I thought. It wasn't all his fault, and he DID stop the concert to check if I was okay. I was just in no fit state to reply.
So, after a long sleep in the morning, I decide I will give that guitarist a chance to apologise. I mean maybe he feels really bad; and he WAS hot, so I wouldn’t mind talking to him again!
I searched Myspace for a while and came across the band profile. I wondered if they really check it.
'Ah well, no harm in trying,' I thought.
Deciding I would just address my comment to Frank, the man who'd kicked me (as I found out from the profile), I wrote explaining who I was.
I didn’t expect a reply for at least days. I mean, they must get a ton of comments.
I was thirsty so decided to go make myself a coffee. I was surprised to find that by the time I'd come back to the laptop; about 5 minutes later, there was a reply
'I remember you ! Sorry for kicking you but you must admit .. it was freaking hilarious!'[\i]
Hilarious?!?! My face is black and blue. Why did he bother messaging me just to make me feel worse about it and hate him more?
Now I was annoyed. What a dick! He should hope I don’t meet him again soon or his bruises will match mine.
Suddenly he doesn’t seem so hot; just arrogant and selfish. I was so certain I wouldn’t feel anything for him and would avoid him whenever I could.
But of course things, never go as planned. Before long I had my next encounter with Frank Iero.