|I was known as Dragon...|
|He was known as Death....|
I won’t bore you with the story of how Tweed and I met. We think circa 2001/2000?? We’re old and forget shit! If you’re lucky enough to remain in his life, I am sure sooner or later, you’ll hear it from him. Or I may visit one day and you’ll hear all about the invention of trolling. Tweed and I invented that art…no matter what kids these days are claiming…
Before I give you some insight on Tweed, let’s just clear the air about who I am. Just in case you pull out the “Jealous-Threatened-Wounded-“Pick me over her or I will leave you”-emotional-tears-hormonal-twisted-sense of female fuckery” card… No matter what…Don’t start that type of bullshit… Don’t be a dick.
|Don't be a jealous girlfriend...it doesn't end well....for YOU!|
|I am there...always...|
First off, if you are looking for a “project” or “I can fix/change him” relationship…you’ve come to the wrong game show. He’s a human being not some fucking Yorkie, that you can buy cute bows and hats for. Gradual changes or modifications are best. If you come at him like a Japanese tsunami…it’s not going to work… There is no “fixing” needed….What you see is what you get. If you try and “fix” him you should start with that previous wench he had. Go fix that piece of shit…
|Walks like a duck..quacks like a duck...|
|A turtle only comes out of their shell....with trust...|
Tweed is loyal to those he loves and cares about…not your usual run-of-the-mill kind of loyal…the “Until Your Last Fucking Breath” kind of loyal. He is weirdly spontaneous and unpredictable…think of ADHD…and then stir in a 50 cal…but bear with him…It’s a personality trait that will never cease…and it is so fucking FUN!
Tweed isn’t wishy-washy about the people or things he devotes himself to….He’ll either go all in…or he’ll walk away. If he has chosen to go all in for you…you should feel damn lucky…He’s welcomed you into a part of him that not many people get to see. Don’t fuck it up.
|He's NOT being mean...just honest!|
If you are with him…then you should act as if you’re ALWAYS with him…He would do the same. If you want to break-up with him…don’t use your vagina to make it easier on him…If you do that…you are a fucking shit-stain-in-a-homeless-mans-unwashed-taint-rubbed-worn for 7 years-underwear. You should take one of those sporks from KFC and decapitate yourself.
|If you get a ring...|
|If you get keys....|
I hate to lay a big pile of steaming shit on your lap….but if anybody will fuck the permanency thing up….YOU will! Yep….That’s right. If you feel like you don’t want to go through with things….just talk…but for fucks sake…Don’t go tossing your labia around like an Italian playing soccer! Leave….take your shit and go….leave the key/ring somewhere he can find it….and go.