My friends: memorable histrionics part 4: You Suck More Than I Do

Now the person I’m taking the pains for doesn’t actually give a fuck whether I immortalize our friendship by writing this or not. She’s too lethargic to move her ass and turn on her machine to oblige me by reading this. Haven’t I always kept such ‘good-for-nothing’ people at bay, maintaining an arm’s distance whenever they are around? Haven’t I always refrained from turning such a flippant into a friend? So what am I doing, sitting here, reminiscing all the moments I’ve been ‘forced’ to spend with her due to the absence of a worthy accomplice? Wasting time, huh? Yeah...Probably. ‘Cause this great friend of mine won’t even have the courtesy to thank me. Thank me, not for putting this piece up here and talking of her in high esteem but for flashing her ‘unprecedented endeavors‘on my blog and being the first jerk to acknowledge that she really exists. She doesn’t care if its apocalypse, she won’t give a damn if the earth is taken over by aliens. You may be dying, alone and thirsty in a desert and she’ll not care enough to….Oh! wait a second…..she’ll definitely ‘message’ you to tell you that Rooney scored yet another goal or that Chelsea won 2-0 for the umpteenth time. All our attempts to find her a suitable ‘match’ keep failing every now and then. Her hormones just don’t shoot up no matter how hot a man is but her name can be found written in golden letters in every second guy’s good books. And the girls don’t feel the J of jealous. Stupid as they are, the girls or the boys, I aint the least interested. From holding a senior by his collar and bullying him to approaching the hottest girlie on the campus and telling her that she looks so masculine, from stealing the ‘jobs’ in the workshop to slapping a guy hard enough to jolt him out of his sleep , I’ve done it all in her ‘much revered’ company. I’m her partner in crime each time she gets the urge to wake up from her ‘boring’ life and spice it up with something out of the blue. I swore myself out of innocence the day destiny brought us together. Poor me! I just don’t know if I should thank god enough or curse my stars, being the good girl that I am. And as this ‘unwanted’ memoir gets too long for me to handle, let me cut the crap with the only line that holds some significance “Hasleen, You suck more than I do”.