Okay, first off, let me explain how my blogs usually work: I like seeing my life from three completely different aspects and somehow, they manage to create a conversation about my daily life. Don't ask how, I don't even know the question to that.
Iv, Tid and Bugat seem to be the only names I could live with. After all, three different personalities need three different names. Iv is the shy, timid and soft-spoken side. She usually attempts peace and avoids conflict. Tid is the wildly obnoxious and boisterous vice in my life. She never shuts up and is constantly opinionated. And thirdly, Bugat, the medium between the two and the more sarcastic of the three.
(Tid): Oh, so, you're attempting to speak in first person predicate, eh?
(Bugat): And what is your issue now?
(Tid): Um, well, the fact that James seems to be collectively pissing us all off and needs to drown in a cup of water.
(Iv): That takes far too much time and effort. He's fairly strong so we might need a kiddie pool full of jell-o.
(Bugat): Jell-o?
(Iv): Jello-o.
(Tid): Either way, he needs to just take a dive into a concrete pool. He's mean, uncouth...
(Bugat): A lot like you?
(Iv): ...
(Tid): Despite what you may think, there is only room for one of me.
(Iv): And what exactly would Volveros be?
(Bugat): Volveros is his own entity.
(Tid): When did this become about him anyway? Isn't he the same person who tried to get into our pants and was turned down?
(Bugat): Well all know that Karl didn't mean to say those things. He was just being male.
(Iv): We can't hold Karseros or Cargnethian entirely accountable for Volveros' big mouth.
(Tid): So, that'd be the same as saying we shouldn't hold James accountable.
(Bugat): James is one entity. Not three. He's very accountable for his mouth... and penis.
(Iv): Can we NOT mention other body parts?
(Tid): Making you uncomfortable?
(Iv): In so many words? Yes.
(Bugat) Well, then excuse me, but even if we don't have entire proof of his stray from celibacy; he does constantly tell us that we should have slept with the people we talked to online.
(Iv): But we didn't.
(Tid): And didn't want to. Heck, if we had money to buy Harlequin novels, we probably wouldn't need the internet to find sexy words. After all, we know that 98% of people who say that crap online look like the "God-damn-what-happened-to-you" forest lynch mobbed them.
(Bugat): I never thought of it like that.
(Tid): Most men never do. Say one romantic thing and POOF - insta-suck. But, it's like, they have to learn to keep it going. Men are stupid and boys are just stupider.
