back to the playground

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Yeah, so my amazing blood people have referred back to one of the oldest, most childish hate tactics: the silent treatment.  Wow.  This is actually pretty amusing because they can’t say anything to me, especially when I ask a question, so I’m seriously considering saying things like “die bitch die” or “what the fuck is your problem?” or, in sticking with no swear, “why are you such a big nightmare?” and “were you dropped on the head as a baby or kicked in the head by a horse?”.

I do give them plus points for this because it means that I can go out without any babbling.  So the theory could actually work now.  If I just told them that I was going to be back at this time and that I won’t answer my phone if they call me before that time, then it’s all good - I don’t even need to tell them who I’m going with because they can’t talk to me.  It’s amazing, isn’t it?

I’m debating whether or not I should actually do this.