I love how when you want to complain you just call it venting but when I want to complain it’s called bitching and moaning. So I am not allowed to be angry but you are? It’s cute how you feel the need to defend people when somehow you feel you know their scumbag character better than I do. I know the asshole,slumlord,cheapskate dickhead. You are just an uneducated troll that married an ugly ass ogre so he could cheat on your buck-toothed looking ass and you can have your inbred fugly spawn together.
Get one this straight-I might be married to someone in your family but we are not family. You don’t know me and I don’t give a shit about your loyalties. Apparently you are allowed to complain about your pathetic existence but when I say the slightest thing you need to jump in and act like you have something to teach me. The experiences I’ve been through in life would make your beaver looking head spin. Mommy & Daddy didn’t coddle me all through my life and kiss my ass. The more you talk the more I realize how damn stupid you are. I know landlord tenant laws like the back of my hand. Why? Because I’ve lived on my own in several places and dealt with more bullshit than you can handle. So next time you want to open your Bucky beaver trap think again- You are a mental midget and will just make an ass of yourself. Don’t come knocking on our door for anything because I will give you the exact amount of sympathy you gave me-zero.
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I am writing here because I don’t want to stoop to the petty level of venting in Facebook where you can read it…. like you did last week. I am sorry that I had the audacity to sigh when you asked if I could prepare the baked potatoes for dinner. I tried to rectify the situation by saying that I would be happy to do it, but I really did have to run to the restroom first. Thanks for making sure to prep them quick enough to get it done before I returned. Thanks for the silent treatment. Thanks for taking a sigh personally. It feels really good when you try to punish me like a 5th grader. Strangely, I won’t be terribly sorry to see you leave in a couple months.
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Especially people associated with me. It’s not cute, it’s not funny, it’s actually becoming extremely stressful. I understand that you think I’m the most interesting person ever born. I understand that you hang onto me like I’m your no1 celebrity crush, and think I’m so goddamn GREAT (for whatever reason) that you barely even regard me as a real person. I have no idea WHY you think these things, but I can’t change it, and in moderation, it’s actually quite flattering. But when you admit to internet stalking my relatives, friends, and even my exes and their FAMILIES….and you admit to knowing more about certain members of my family than I do….well, that’s when it starts getting creepy. REALLY FUCKING CREEPY.
YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT MY FAMILY AND MY EXES THAN I DO FOR FUCK’S SAKE. You know things about people I would rather not see again that *I* didn’t actually want to know. You have forced me into conversations about people and events that I would rather not think about or discuss ever again, and that are NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS. And I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that you were doing all this in the first place, or the fact that you’re so oblivious to how absolutely INSANE you are that you think it’s okay to admit what you do, and start CONVERSATIONS ABOUT IT. Seriously, dude….WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU???!!! Read the rest of this entry »
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(I insist on using your real initials here because quite frankly, the idea of a 35-year-old woman who isn’t a performer, using an obviously made-up stage name like it’s the one she was born with makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit)
I don’t know you terribly well, which is why before I found out you were talking shit about me like it’s your damn job (I guess even you need a job), I refused to openly pass judgment on everything that’s obviously wrong with you. I don’t like judging people based on their appearance, stories I’ve heard (even if they’re from reputable sources), or even observations I’ve made myself on a few isolated occasions. But now that you’ve established that it’s okay to go beyond those restrictions and just start making things up to slam people who haven’t done a goddamn thing but grit their teeth and try to be as nice as possible, all bets are off.
You’re sickening, my dear. You’ve sickened me since before I ever even met you. I could not for the life of me see what in creation M ever saw in you, either as a friend or, no matter how long ago it was, as a *gag* lover. Attention whores are always pathetic, but you’ve taken it to a whole new level. I have never seen or heard of anyone who wants attention so badly, and gives so little of a crap where said attention comes from. I mean, what the FUCK do you possibly think you’re going to accomplish, walking around on a regular basis looking like a Hot Topic rockabilly version of Mimi from Drew Carey? You think it’s cute, obviously, but really, it’s anything but. You look like there’s something loose in your head. Should probably serve as an immediate warning to people like me who really should’ve been informed what a nasty, unstable bitch you were before we went out of our way to try and be nice to you. Read the rest of this entry »
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Hey,
You really mean the world to me. I like you a lot. Every time I hold you I’m so tempted to just kiss you. But, the boyfriend poses an issue. I have said this several times, and I do mean it, I’m not going to interfere. If given the chance I would be an amazing boyfriend, I’m pretty sure you know that. Just whenever you start thinking about stuff know I’m always here for you no matter what. You are my best friend. Yes I know this is borderline interfering so this will be the last message.
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You seem to have gotten the wrong idea. I know it is not something that you think me capable of, but I am truly in love. You have only heard bits and pieces of what is going on. I know that if you do not know all the details what we are doing may seem wrong. In her heart and the heart of her husband they are no longer married. It is not cheating. She has been one of my best friends for years. I did not expect to find love with her, but I have. It is far more then a fling, or sex, or a torrid affair. We truly do love each other. We both think of you as one of our best friends. We never meant to hurt you. We thought that you would be happy that we have both found happiness. At least it is with someone who is a wonderful person instead of some random slut. I know she could have told you about it with more tact, but she did not mean to hurt you, she thought she was being funny, but such things don’t come out right sometimes. I am sorry that I found love with someone who was a close friend of yours, but if the situation were reversed I would be happy for you. I hope one day you will see that were are happy together, and that we can all be friends as we once were.
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