He likes it. He likes my status. He likes what I have to say. He must… like me. This is great. He likes me. For I am my status. I am my posts. I am my witty sayings and strong philosophical sputum. I am the religious and the reckless and he likes that. He grinds about it, but he… likes it. Likes what I wrote. Likes me.
Stupid cow. He doesn’t EVEN KNOW. And how can he when you hide behind the big F. YOU… are a big F.
But look at it. He gave me a thumbs up about my theories on existence.
He should’ve given you the finger.