Good fucking lord! I don�t even know where to begin about this!

OK, before I even get into the rest of the shit: HE has the balls to call ME fat? This is coming from a man who puts ranch dressing on his ranch dressing.

I am shocked. Really shocked. And a little sick. You know, you think your supposed best friend and roommate would be, oh, I don�t know�.happy for you after you got such good news. But, no. Not little miss drama queen Jonny.

I mean, yeah, maybe he has a point that I should have called him. I meant to, but I just didn�t have time. I was really hungover and didn�t even wake up til late. Then I had to write that entry. Then I was going to call, but time just kept on getting away from me. Sally�s roommate has this PS2 game that�s really, really cool, and I was so close to finishing it that I just couldn�t stop playing.

You�d like to think that your �friend� would be more understanding.

And, oh my fucking God, have you read his entry? That, right there, is typical Jonny for you, playing the martyr role to the hilt. He acts like he�s Mother Theresa just because he let me live in his old apartment rent free for a month and a half, moved me using his jeep, bought me a few lousy dinners here and there, lent me some cash and paid off some parking tickets for me.

Ooh! Wow! What a guy! What he didn�t mention is that I paid a price for all that. I mean, sure, not in a monetary sense, but do you have any idea how needy this guy is? I think I fucking repaid him in full when you consider all the �talks� he just had to have with me whenever he felt like his friends Brian or Ryan or whatever they�re called so much as looked at him sideways at work that day. That was a pleasant way to spend two hours a few nights a week, let me tell you.

When you have to sacrifice your precious time to watch a 250 pound, 31 year old man just sit there on the couch and fucking sob about shit that happened to him in grade school, or because an old friend of his died, or because he didn�t feel like anybody liked his last diary entry, believe me, your first thought isn�t that you have to toss a few bucks his way just because he paid the gas bill.

And the personal shit he said! He has the temerity to call me �balding�? Jonny isn�t exactly the GQ cover boy himself. I�ve seen less scalp on Indian reservations. His hair is the only thing that�s thin about him.

I wouldn�t normally be this harsh. You know me, I�m a nice guy. But he started all this with his selfishness and immaturity.

Oh, and Jonny: Hey, Mr. Tough Guy, you said some pretty scary stuff about my computer, my car, and my credit card. I�d think twice about doing anything. See, I know your parents phone number, and I�m sure you wouldn�t like me to give them a little holiday ring a ding and share some info you wouldn�t like shared with mom and dad�

�or should I say grandma and grandpa?

Yes. I would. Just let me find one thing wrong with my room, my car, or my credit, and mom and dad will soon find out that they have to buy one more present for each of the Lil� Jonny�s running around out there.

Fucking hell. You think you know someone. It�s just sad.