I spoke with Harley a couple days ago. I'd like to say it was a nice conversation. I guess it was needed. Just when I think Harley's a boy, he refers to himself as a girl. He even called himself 'Auntie Harley'! Insane! >O She doesn't seem to like to discuss herself, which left the conversation to some very interesting twists and turns.
And she mentioned... Cassidy. Oh, and Butch (but he's not important). Oooh, every time I hear that blonde's name I want to rip my hair out! Hate, hate, HATE! Honestly, the nerve of that woman. She referred to James as my... my... MY HUBBY! I really wish she could just keep her thoughts to herself. In fact, I really wish she'd just fall off a cliff and die somewhere. You'd think with all the places we've been, from Kanto to Hoenn that she would have tripped over a stick or something. AUGH. HATE.
Enough about her. Back to this conversation with Harley. Why is there some weird assumption between James and myself?! I had to explain to her why James and I are so adamant on the things we're reaching for. I don't really like doing that. I mean, I really don't like doing that. It seemed the right thing to do, though, and she understood.
Still, though, it'd make things much better if other people could understand too. And it would make things better if I could think straight and not be stuck on this stupid, stupid, STUPID ordeal concerning my partner. Then again, a mystery is solved the moment someone understands, so it seems better that Team Rocket should stay a mystery. I think my mother would agree with that as well. I dislike admitting that I could really use her help about now as well, too.
... I really hate this PokéNav. It makes it seem like it's okay to write in it. Yes. PokéNav, for as wonderful an accessory as you are, I hate you. HATE.
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