Sunday, March 27, 2005

Note: This is not about you, Stan. =)
That said..

Can't you bitches get a fucking hobby?

Am I so important, are your lives so boring that you have nothing else to do but bother me?
I don't know about you, but I have much bigger things to worry about.
Jesus fucking christ..your entire blog, practically is you quoting and distorting my blog entries. You seem a bit obsessed with me.
Really, I'm flattered, but leave me the hell alone.

I would appreciate it if you would NOT use my name in your blog. I could probably sue you for deflamation of character or something, or even for quoting me directly without my permission, or hell, for locking me out of my residence, but unlike you I am not an overly letigious, money-hungry bitch.
I settle things on my own and reserve the court for murders and rapes and things like that.
I'm sure you have pleanty of thoughts besides your hate for me. Why not write those down in your blog? I'm sure they're MUCH more interesting.

You know, even now, after all this shit, I would still not dream of doing something like this to you. Either of you.
I just can't fathom making a friend of mine homeless and possibly in trouble, over money.

I told you. I get paid the 1st and the 15th of every month. I gave you as much as I could on the 15th, kept only what I needed for gas so I could get to school. The rest would have come on the 1st.
2 weeks. 2 fucking weeks.
$150.
That is all I owed you.

It wasn't my fault you had a negative bank balance. You're making almost $12 an hour. And shit, I didn't spend it..

So you blew your cash and needed someone to blame.
Grow the fuck up.
Again, why not get a hobby? Channel some of this energy into something productive.
Or better yet...go get laid! I'm sure it'll lighten you up.
It's a lot more fun then playing suburban-4th-grade-girl games.

This is the last you'll hear of me.
As the old chiche says, "I refuse to fight a battle of wits with the unarmed."


posted at 5:14 PM |