I will quote a journal entry from someone who will remain annonymous
"Dan, you really are the only person that I have ever come across that made me think 'perfect.'"

Huh....

Anyone with a brain can see that he's the farthest thing from perfect known to mankind. I mean yeah, the game he's running is pretty damn close, but not him. His psychoanalysis would include some personality traits such as:
*egotistical
*maniacal head game player
*Afraid of commitment-personally induced
*Has extreme need for an alter personality for fear of showing true self
*Control freak-draws energy from being so
*Relies on materialistic significance of possesions to feel secure and draw in others
*Afraid of confrontation

Some adjectives that describe him:
*self-centered
*vain
*conceited
*sad (not state of mind, as in existence)
*egotistical (once again)
*control freak

The things this kid does are rediculous. He spins this twisted little web of lies; his own little euphoria where he plays God. And the sad thing is, there's only a few that can actually see this. Oh but wait, a twisted web isn't complete without little puppets on strings. And thats what everyone that follows him around is: his own little freak show, complete with drama and all. Everyone of them is like little puppies on short leashes, all following him around anxiously, waiting for just a smidgen of his time, and feeling high in the sky when that time comes. When, in the end, all that he does is toy with your mind, takes what he needs, leaving you hanging there for more. And just when you think you're gonna call it quits with him, friendship or otherwise, he'll pull on those strings, and con you into hangin' around for him a little longer so he can draw more of what he needs while he's finding a replacement. I mean MY GOD PEOPLE!!!!!!! OPEN YOUR EYES!

I'll admit it, there was a time when I was what I would consider pretty close with him. But I soon found out that I wasn't the only one that he played this game of charades with. When I was sitting there feeling all special, I knew nothing about the 5 million other girls he was persuing and making his little marienettes, his little energy sources. I'd come close to busting him more than once, but in the end, it was my "misunderstanding", not him lieing. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhhhtttt.

I'll draw from Tommy Boy for a little insight:
"'How do you know the fairy isn't some crazy glue sniffer? "Build a model airplane says the fairy", Well I'm not buying it. He sneaks into your house and that's all it takes. Next thing you know there's money missin off the dresser and your daughters knocked up. I've seen it a hundred times.'
'But why do they put a gurantee on the box then?'
'Because they know all they sold you was a guaranteed piece of shit! That's all it is, isn't it? Hey, if you want me to take a shit in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will, I've got spare time. But now for your customers sake, for your daughter's sake, you might want to think about buying a quality product from me.'"
Now, for all those wondering what the hell that meant, here's a little translation: the 'quality product' is my insight and advice that I'm offering you. So, for those who have seen Tommy Boy, I would be playing Chris Farley, trying to sell to you. You, the people, are Ted, the auto place manager. The fairy/crazy glue sniffer, would be Dan. And the guaranteed piece of shit, is his lies and promises that mean essentially that: shit.

Just sit back and think about it a second. Hopefully, you'll understand.

And I'm sure there's more that can be added to those lists, but hey, I don't think I want to waste any more of my time on something so pathetic. I'm better of picking at my feet listening to Pepe Deluxe or cleaning out the cat box. Goodnight people.

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