Conversations With Myself - Part 1

Ohai.

"What up, my hommies?"

Ugh...you again. Are you just going to become a normal character in my blogs?

"You keep bringing me back, so I'm gonna go with 'Yes," on this one."

Lovely. Just keep you're mouth shut while I try to talk and we'll be good.

"Dude....You're a fucking pussy."

Woah. That came out of no where. May I ask why you are calling me this?

"Dude, she wanted it so bad. Did you not see the look in her eyes. She was literally screaming for it. Why are you such a pansy?"

Because you're the voice of spontaneity in my head, while I'm forced to be the only one who thinks rationally anymore.

"You have to agree with me, though. You felt that she wanted you to as well."

I mean, there were signs there, yes. Although...

"Dude, she even used the word present. Remember what that used to stand for while the two of you were hooking up at first?"

Yeah, of course I do. But who's to say that she remembers what that stood for?

"Why are you such a party pooper? If you don't do it, I'll do it myself."

Are you forgetting that I am you? Anything I do, you do, and vice versa. In the end, I have total control over the both of us.

"....Try me."

...................ummm
Obai?

"Yeah, you would try to end it once I get ahead of you. Asshole."