Nick: You owe a number of my friends both an explanation and an apology for what you've done. I can't believe that you had the nerve to literally sleep your way through an entire group of my friends... and if I had any idea what you had been up to, I never would have let you get with yet another girl during your first and only visit to my apartment. I don't have a problem with you being promiscuous or anything, but I do have a problem with your tendency to plan your next sexual conquest with a friend of the person you're sleeping with... while you're still sleeping with them. Hell, you even got freaky with both a guy and a girl in the same house on the same day... then ignored their requests for an explanation, and even tried to redirect some or all of the blame to someone who had nothing to do with it all. Your total lack of regard for these people's feelings is exemplified by the lies you feed them while you try to worm your way into their hearts, not caring that this could have broken apart a very closely knit group of friends... including the two you got with who live together. Do you even care who you sleep with?
Casandra: I don't hate you or anything, but I do have a problem with being lied to over and over again... then discovering all those lies at virtually the same time. It's also kind'a creepy to receive like 20 calls from someone in a single day... including four of them within three minutes of eachother. You literally scrolled every other call I had received off my cell's Received Calls list that day... twice. I discovered your comments in people's journals that you claimed to hate (and wanted to ignore), and heard the truth about how you interacted with some of my friends. Then... after you contradicted yourself multiple times in the same day, I decided to stop letting you cry on my shoulder with every call you made. I don't mind hearing about your problems, and trying to help you fix them... that's what friends do, and I would continue to be there for you if all of the rest of this hadn't happened. That wasn't what drove me away from you. (Then again, you never actually took more than a scrap of my advice anyway... you just nodded, smiled, and went back to the things you do that hurt yourself and others.) After you creeped me out with tons of calls and obsessive voice mails, I decided that I had made the right choice that day... and set my phone to stop ringing when you called. Every day that you call again (such as an hour ago), leaving me another obsessive voice mail, you prove yet again that I did the right thing... and a day hasn't gone by since, in around two weeks now. Oh, and I'm not even going to bother fully exploring the topic of how many of my friends you've slept with... claiming to love or feel strongly for most of them. For an ice queen, you sure do drip a lot of loving words in people's ears after you've claimed to conquer them sexually. Hell, you even wrote and told me that you loved me (and you didn't exactly say it casually, as if regarding a friend)... then played it off, dismissing it later on.
Jen: I remember how excited I was when I was purchased at Yaoi-Con by such an attractive girl as yourself, who was actually within two years of my age... and actually seemed to have her shit together, too. We kissed a lot, danced, and generally had a great time... but once everything was over, the only times I heard from you were when I did the calling. At some point, I realized that the only reason you had any interest in me at all was because I was cosplaying as Irvine. That still saddens me, especially since you used the excuse that you simply don't have the time to call me... yet when I'm with certain friends, you call them consistently. Hell, you hang out with them quite a bit too. I guess that I don't have enough issues to be your friend, or something. I must be quite boring to you, trying to get to know you over the phone and such... instead of simply trying to get in your pants. My bad.
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Sandra: I remember the day I met you, when I gave you a massage in the Artist's Alley and gradually tried to get to know you a little. All I've ever done is tried to be nice to you, but you treated me like shit a number of times despite that... then randomly switched back to being nice the next time. I'm not even going to get in to the secrets you can't possibly hope to keep about your past behavior, either... because you try to make a secret of things you do right smack in front of lots of people. I finally gave up and got out of your presence on Saturday night at Yaoi-Con this year, when you started going off on everyone in the room... claiming that we were all insane. Sadly, the only one being unethical was you... and you sure as hell know why. It wasn't exactly the first time, either. Take some responsibility for your feelings, actions, and the positions you put yourself in. If you're an innocent victim, I'm the fucking pope.
Alyssa (
Camille (
The first comment you deleted...
"Ah! Finally, a picture to go with this ID. ^^
I apologize for being so terrible with names, and so SLOW, Chris.
If I'm right, you brought Eve and Randee to my keeping one night. *g* Yaoi-con, 2003?
If you were indeed that lovely bishounen who fixed my alarm clock in room 1969 of the Renaissance Parc 55 on the evening of Sunday, October 19, then you're the one I saw in that icon. *grin*
However, this icon I leave you with is merely the character I played at said con for two days, but you saw me most embarrassingly without the wig! ^^;;;;
*hug* Still drinking that uber-strong Smirnoff? ~.^"
...and the second comment...
"Oh god, you're making me blush. Stop it! XP Really funny you should say this, as I think I was at just about my very worst when you guys showed up that night. (lol) My hair needed to be washed so badly after being under that wig all day!
I'll keep that number, luv. ^^ And thank you for brightening up a very dull day for me! *hug*"
If anyone doesn't believe that she wrote that, feel free to ask
Ang (
Sorry that was so long, but it all needed to be said. It's time for the fire to spread... and I just hope it remains contained in this single LiveJournal account. If you feel that you've been unfairly represented in my journal, write a comment here or e-mail me. If I agree, I'll post an apology in a subsequent post... but as far as I can discern from my view of the world, this is true information that people should know. I don't want to post this, but I'd regret not posting it a whole lot more.
- Chris (cK1)
Edit at 4:15pm on Tuesday, December 16, 2003: I removed links to Nick, Jen, Cassie, and Sandra's journals.