It finally happened! The event I've been waiting for since I first decided to hang out with Kirk and have a non-relationship with him. I needed some reason to break it off, some reason so impenetrable that it would mean for once and for all. And here it is, in the form of bodily fluid: the wanker spat on me. Literally. Which to me is the most repugnant, unredeeming quality I've ever encountered with any other human ever before. He grabbed all my things and threw them into my bag, losing my all-time favourite ring in the process. My glasses case is another victim of his tyranny. I told him to find the ring and I assume he'll be keeping the glasses case safe somewhere. My plan is to wait until I get them back before delivering the blow. No one spits on me and gets away with it. He just killed any and all chances of me ever sticking around. He'd die if he knew I'd been playing around with the idea, too. The idiocy of some people is astounding.
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