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I've come to realize that I can't do anything without it spreading around like wildfire, especially throughout the cheerleaders. Damn gossipy bitches.

Normally I don't mind when people talk about me. I mean, I talk about other people all the time. It's only fair. But for some reason with me things tend to get blown out of proportion, and exaggerated, like a twisted real life game of telephone. My walk in the park with a friend becomes a hardcore, all-night sex party. All of a sudden I'm a man-slut and a wannabe-player.

If you want me to have an all-night sex romp with you, that's fine. Just don't go around telling people it happened when it really didn't. It sucks to have people get mad at me for having sex when I didn't even get to have any.

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