victimized. victimized.

today, i had a once in a lifetime chance to do a prank on my entire org. and i took that chance, of course. my friend, beyonce ((not her real name) and I pretended to have a huge fight. it was real funny because if you knew a great deal about us, you would know that this situation is not entirely impossible. yes, we used to have a fight. and i rather not remember why. hmm, actually,its about whatsisface, my almost-but-not-quite ex. they were friends and we werent. well, at least during those times. it was petty, i tell you, but we never talked for almost 2 years because of that.

anyway, we were successful in building some tension. as a matter of fact, everyone in the room was holding their breath, afraid to say anything that might blow our top. it makes me laugh just remembering how they heaved a sigh of relief after beyonce placed our poster in front: Victim Extreme.

my friends hated/loved us for that oh so brilliant genmeet. but it kinda troubled me that most of the people there thought that we were capable of making such a scene. i also realized that no matter how close we get, there is no forgetting that rift we had. it will always be a monster haunting us,until our God-forsaken days.