tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66882618136585452772024-02-29T00:36:47.162-08:00Angry GirlfriendLove Me, Hate Me, Or Just Be Angry With Me...Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-56548497061430332412017-06-03T04:23:00.002-07:002017-06-03T04:23:23.267-07:00Well, hey now!So, it's been a long time! Well... I have a lot of new stories to share! Just wanted to let you know that I'm still around before I do! And it's been pretty interesting!Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-23789120297382440772014-01-26T09:35:00.003-08:002014-01-26T09:35:47.339-08:00PhotoChallenge 2014So, I totally bombed at my attempt to do the photo 365 challenge. I've also done a lousy job at blogging. That has a lot to do with the fact that I actually have a life now. Getting a divorce, happens to be the best thing I've ever done. Obviously, having never gotten married in the first place would have been a better option, but it is what it is.<br />
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I have tons of things to blog about and not enough time. First world problems.<br />
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So for now, I'll give you this much:<br />
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I've gotten involved in another photo challenge, only this time, it's one project a week, which I think will end up working out in the long wrong then my previous fail at the 365 project.<br />
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We're heading into week for.<br />
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Here's a glance at the previous 3 weeks:<br />
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Week 1: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brighternites/11895744573/">Landscape Focus with Trees</a><br />
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Week 2: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brighternites/12015484454/">Lighting</a><br />
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Week 3: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brighternites/12118249273/">Still Life - Fruit</a><br />
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I will try harder to blog again, like the old days. But, so many things have changed since my "Angry Girlfriend" days. I may need to change names. Just a thought.<br />
<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-17748857913554694462013-08-05T10:06:00.001-07:002013-08-05T11:47:15.123-07:00Facebook Fun With BilliardAs a married couple, Billiard and I hated each other. I really did hate him as a person. To be quite honest, none of that has really changed.<br />
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Billiard isn't the greatest for paying child support on time, or in full for that matter. He's pretty much as this meme describes:</div>
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Yep... That's Billiard. Greatest man alive, wouldn't you agree?</div>
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Every now and again, I like to set him up for jabs on Facebook. Random things like implying threesomes and low blows reminding him how he cheated on me when we were married. </div>
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Again, I don't know why he stays friends with me on Facebook, though if I had to guess it's probably because he's always found me amusing. </div>
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This last post started out innocently enough, but then.... dun dun dun... Enjoy!:</div>
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Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-29444880941611540222013-08-02T13:43:00.001-07:002013-08-02T13:46:53.530-07:00Angels Scavenger HuntToday, the Boy Son turned 8 years old. <br />
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A "friend", who I refer to as "Durham", decided it would be a really cool idea that instead of just giving the Boy his gifts, that we turn it into a scavenger hunt by hiding clues around the house until he found his presents. <br />
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This was the end result:<br />
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Notice how at 1:05, he reads the question somewhat hesitantly. The question was, "What part of the car would your mom use to stuff your dads body?".<br />
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He seems to pause in a seemingly, "What the fuck, Mom?" moment.<br />
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My crazy still seems to throw him off from time to time. Oh well....<br />
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Happy Birthday, Boogie!<br />
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<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-31233649365109268242013-05-19T19:58:00.003-07:002013-05-19T19:58:52.932-07:00I'm Back... Again... For now...I'm sure most of you have gotten use to my super long hiatus, with no explanation whatsoever, but if you've been following me long enough, you would have noticed a pattern:<br />
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1. I only disappear for a lengthy amount of time when I'm in emotional ruins.<br />
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2. There's usually a man behind it all.<br />
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Yes, I know. A man is a horrible reason to go into hiding, but I have a vagina and it bleeds at least once a month (if I'm lucky). <br />
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I never really tend to update on what has been going on in my world when I do go missing and that's ok... Because I can do that.... and eventually, it all leaks out little by little.<br />
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The point is, I'm still here. I'm still alive. Some people need to put down like the miserable, rabid, infested mutts that they are, (not me, because I'm awesome... and this can literally elude to just about anyone that I know because I've made quite a few enemies the last few months so it's not in reference to my last post, specifically). But no worries, because I'm back. <br />
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Miss me, assholes? <br />
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"Why would anyone hate you?", you may be asking. <br />
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Have you not read my blog? Simply put, I'm an asshole... Duh.<br />
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Ready for my return? Cause I'm back!<br />
<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-39506197643609302172012-12-15T14:31:00.001-08:002012-12-15T15:00:41.962-08:00RelapseWhat people don't understand about self-harming is that it's just another coping mechanism. As it happens, I was a cutter for many years, as well as bulimic. <br />
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I thought I had it all under control, but here at 31 years old, I've relapsed on both. <br />
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What happened to trigger this old bad habits, you might ask?<br />
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Long story short, I fell in love for the first time. We all know I was married before and that ended horribly. But I was never in love with my ex-husband.<br />
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I fell in love with who you know as Titusville, a long time friend who had always claimed to having feelings for me since we met about 13 years ago. <br />
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He's the kind of guy who likes the conquest of taking on the unknown and then destroying it. I thought this only applied to work. He's very good at his job, because of this quality. Apparently, it also happens to be that he's the same way in his relationships with people. I wish I would've known that much about him before we were in a relationship.<br />
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I was just another conquest, and he conquered me, that I can't deny. And just like that, it was over, and back off into the friend zone, I went. Like a toy he got tired of playing with and put back on the shelf... For good, I might add.<br />
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When he gave me the news of being still in love with an ex, lets just say, I fell apart. Old habits came back. <br />
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So out with Titusville and in with old bad behaviors...<br />
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Cutting and bulimia, Welcome Home! <br />
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It's been a long time... I'm glad to have you back, because I need you both right now to get through these troubled times. <br />
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I never thought I would fall so hard, but I did and now I'm paying the consequences. I might need therapy, but until the day that happens, all I have is my self-destructive behavior.<br />
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I wish I had a dad to kick your sorry ass.<br />
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<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-11182674658161806732012-10-31T20:36:00.000-07:002012-10-31T20:36:34.476-07:00Racist? I Think NotMy sister and I go Trick or Treating in my moms neighborhood every year for multiple reason:<br />
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2. It's a "good neighborhood" and by that I mean lots of rich white people.<br />
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3. See reason number 2<br />
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Today, my sister got a text message from I'm guessing an acquaintance that she really didn't want to hang out with, but didn't know how to politely tell her that she wasn't interested in going Trick or Treating with her.<br />
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We had a conversation that went something like this:<br />
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E: How do I ask this chic to go Trick or Treating with me out of courtesy, but get her to say no?<br />
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Me: Tell her you're going out with me and I live in the ghetto.<br />
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E: She's black.<br />
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Me: Oh... Tell her I live in the Mexican ghetto?<br />
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My sister laughed hysterically for a second, said I was funny... Racist, but funny and decided to ignore her acquaintance altogether. <br />
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My way was somewhat more polite, but I could be wrong.<br />
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Happy Halloween, Ass fuckers!!!<br />
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On an irrelevant note, we all know that Halloween is just an excuse for all women in general to dress like sluts.<br />
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As a disclaimer, as Mitt Romney said, "Rape isn't really rape if you're dressed like a slut. Then you're just asking for it". Maybe he didn't say that, but I'm sure I heard it on the internet so it must be true.<br />
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I'm rambling on about nothing because I need to sleep. So goodnight. I'll be more coherent in the morning.<br />
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I can tell you this much. The cuts aren't real. Neither are the pills. Well they are but, they are just an old prescription of antibiotics and red pens work best, if you don't press down too hard. <br />
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I'm just in a dark place right now and I let it reflect in this self-portrait. As they say, "Art is form of self expression".<br />
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I call this one "Woman on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown", named after one of my all time favorite movies "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women_on_the_Verge_of_a_Nervous_Breakdown">Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown</a>".<br />
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A morbid picture, I know. But, morbidity and I have a long history and we seem to work quite well together.<br />
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Therapeutic? Yes, slightly. Crazy? Absolutely. But, whatever gets me out of this funk.<br />
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And for the record, taking self portraits is a real pain in the ass. <br />
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<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-33310442719225546312012-09-27T20:40:00.003-07:002012-09-28T08:05:25.514-07:00Must Be Nice To Be Irresponsible Seems like every since Billiards girlfriend has moved out, he's been willing to be more responsible with money.<br />
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However, I've also noticed that he's been out galavanting with different women with every night. This makes me wary that he will be paying his child support on a timely manner every month.<br />
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At the end of the day, whether he is or isn't, it would be nice to know that I can rely on him for child support on a monthly basis. However, I'm getting the feeling that there is more drama brewing. <br />
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Oh.. How do I get rid of this person, so I don't have to deal with his stupid bullshit on top of whatever it is I'm going through?<br />
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Dear Billiard, you will never change, will you?<br />
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<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-14900314122373810172012-09-10T19:10:00.000-07:002012-09-10T19:10:16.154-07:00Cause You Put It In The AirI can't remember the last time I've been pulled over by the police. I have a clean driving record and the last time I was pulled over had to be well over 8 years ago.<br />
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Today, the unthinkable happened and I was pulled over... For speeding... In a school zone... Doesn't get much better than that. Luckily it was before school hours and I was only going about 6 MPH over the speed limit. But still, it sucks. <br />
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I apologized to the officer and started to explain that I had just moved to that part of town and wasn't familiar with where I was going, but I'm not going to make excuses because I should have been paying closer attention, and handed him my license and registration. He was pretty cool about the whole thing, but all the same I got a ticket.<br />
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Minutes before I was pulled over, I was chatting with Titusville and this is the exact transcript from the conversation I had with him before I left the house. This was the conversation:<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: blue;">8:15 AM Titusville: nahuh</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: purple;">8:16 AM Me: Yep</span></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: blue;">8:16 AM Titusville: c'mon! I just told you to not speed</span></span>
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Yes, this really happened. And yes, I do blame you, Titusville. You put that shit in the air and I got pulled over. <br />
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So now I have a nice little court summons to deal with but the officer assured me that since I have a clean driving record, more then likely, it will get dismissed.<br />
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<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-65449078346727002302012-09-06T16:07:00.000-07:002012-09-06T16:07:02.410-07:00Gay Man<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I had posted a link to this video on my Facebook page a little earlier today:</span><br />
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I didn't add this pic to my 365 the night I took it because I wasn't very fond of it originally. The more I look at it, the more I like it.<br />
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This picture was taken at the newly built Terminal 3 at McCarran International Airport (LAS). For whatever reason, Clark County felt the need to add an additional 300 slot machines at the airport, because the hundreds of slot machines at Terminal 1 apparently, just weren't sufficient enough.<br />
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So now we have a completely new terminal away from the main terminal and none of it makes any sense. BUT WE GET 300 NEW SLOT MACHINES AT THE AIRPORT!!!<br />
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Cause that's what Vegas needs... More slot machines...Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-15098890729114664542012-08-22T06:55:00.000-07:002012-08-22T08:32:28.510-07:00Too Much Free Time?It occurred to me, now that I'm trying to maintain 3 separate blogs simultaneously, that I have way too much free time on my hands. That or my time management skills have vastly improved and my ADHD has maybe somewhat subsided.<br />
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All the same, this question popped into my mind: Is it absurd to maintain 3 blogs?<br />
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Now granted, each one of them serves a completely different purpose, but 2 of them need to be updated daily.<br />
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I've been contemplating taking on another project that would eventually turn into yet another blog, but I'm starting to think that I may have enough on my plate as is. <br />
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<a href="http://www.100strangers.com/">100 Strangers Project</a>. Heard of it? I think it would be fun. It wouldn't require daily maintenance, but a 4th blog? <br />
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I might just have to leave that one as a Flickr project instead of blogging it.Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-74831011277518091442012-08-21T14:44:00.000-07:002012-08-21T15:02:39.150-07:00Hello, Catie!So apparently, my ex-husbands new girlfriend got wind of my blog and decided to have a bitch fest in his honor or some shit.<br />
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Catie, I've been blogging about the man you know as Billy for the better part of 5 years. It's why Angry Girlfriend began.<br />
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I've always blogged anonymously, and I plan to continue to do it under the name Angry Girlfriend. I don't wish to put my real name or the real names of people I am close to, enemies or not.<br />
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It's called venting. Being childish is writing comments on your new boyfriend's ex-wife blogs without knowing the back story or that it is suppose to be ANONYMOUS.<br />
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I'm curious to know how you even came to know about my blog to begin with. <br />
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Here's my advise to you. Feel free to read, even get pissed at me. I'm going to vent when people, not just Billy, piss me off. And this is where I come to do it.<br />
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So you have 2 options. Either:<br />
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a) follow me, laugh, cry, crack a smile and/or be upset.<br />
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or<br />
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b)or just stay away all together.<br />
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If you want to comment, be warned, you may do so at your own risk. But if you're going to start using real names and say that I'm lying when you don't know what's really going on because Billy is not telling you everything (and I promise you that he's not), well then, I lose my anonymity which in retrospect means I wont give a shit about yours or his for that matter.<br />
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Again, you will not like what I have to say half the time and that's fine, but if I were you, I'd come up with with a pseudonym to protect all of our identities. Unless you like that drama, of course.Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-3743625450484790862012-08-21T06:48:00.002-07:002012-08-21T06:48:41.161-07:00365 Bottles of WineI have found myself with a ridiculous amount of free time on my hands recently, hence my new photography hobby and taking on the <a href="http://brighternites365.blogspot.com/">365 Project</a>.<br />
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It's got me blogging again... Sorta...<br />
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With all this free time, I have nothing better to do then blog and invent new projects to keep me busy. <br />
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I drink a lot of wine. Mostly, cause the red wine makes me poop and pooping makes me feel not fat and not being fat makes me happy.<br />
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I don't know the first thing about wine cause I normally buy the shit out the box. Again, I drink it to poop, not for taste. That is, until now.<br />
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Plus they have a lot of really cool looking bottles so what the hell.<br />
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So here is yet another new blog i created: <a href="http://365bottlesofwine.blogspot.com/">365 Bottles of Wine</a>.<br />
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I don't intend on buying a new bottle everyday but I do intend to have tried at least 365 different bottle between now and next year. <br />
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Assuming I still have as much free time as I have had lately, this project might actually work.Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-70089064652459254202012-08-20T07:26:00.000-07:002012-08-21T07:32:32.542-07:00Sucks To Be YouIn a very hilarious turn of events, I received an unexpected text message from a certain dumb fuck asking me for help.<br />
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The ex-husband of all people, had somehow found himself stranded with not enough gas in his car to make it from work back home.<br />
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Why was this so funny?<br />
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1. When I left him (the 2nd and final time), I ran into some car problems. Let's just say he wasn't very willing to help out back then.<br />
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2. According to Facebook pictures, he seems to be doing quite well financially. Going out to bars and dinner, even supporting his 20 year-old girlfriend and her son.<br />
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3. His girlfriend doesn't work but she lives with him, which of course means he is the one paying all the bills even though he is 3 months behind on child support.<br />
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We still have a joint account together that he normally uses to transfer my child support. As I stated earlier, he's behind 3 months so the account hasn't been used.<br />
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Basically, the text conversation went like this:<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dumb Fuck: Hey. Can I use the bank card for gas?</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Angry Girlfriend: Nope. No cash on it. That doesn't mean to test it either. I know how you are. DO NOT USE THE CARD</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">DF: Damn I'm afraid I wont make it home from Sterling and I know I can't use my card</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">AG: Well you can't use that card either. I don't keep money in that account</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">DF: Can you transfer 10-15? Otherwise I wont make it and I don't want my parents or sister come out to VA during rush hour</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">AG: You much be really fucked if you're askin me for help</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">DF: I've told you this long ago. My parents have been helping me out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">AG: You have a girlfriend. Ask her to help you. Oh wait... That's right.. She doesn't work</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">DF: Can you or not? Please</span><br />
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I found myself in a very interesting situation where I could either:<br />
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a) Play nice and transfer him the money<br />
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b) Have a good laugh and leave him stranded<br />
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Of course, there is always a twist to what a do. So this is what happened:<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">AG: I hope this is a major wake up call for you. Don't support other people when you can't support yourself dumb fuck. I'll help you. $10 That's it. Don't go over and you're paying me back</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">DF: Thank you. I will pay you back</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">AG: Titusville says you're welcome</span><br />
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Pause and think about that. Let it sink in...Yep, that's right. My boyfriend just sent you money to help you fill up your tank and get you home. Well not really, but I figured it would sting his ego, because that's just the kinda ex-wife I am. Evil and vindictive. And then I had a good laugh and gloated in my victory as I drank my wine and thought about what a fucking loser you are.<br />
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*SMILE*Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-51122333247474445982012-08-06T11:03:00.003-07:002012-08-06T11:03:35.154-07:00Baby Daddy DramaHere we go:<br />
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My ex-husband keeps referring to me as a bitch. Normally, I'd agree but in this case, not so much. <br />
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I have given this man every chance an opportunity to do the right thing and pay his child support. He is currently 3 months behind. <br />
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I reduced his child support in the divorce to factor in travel cost to fly back and forth from the east coast to the west coast. So remind me again why am I bitch when you haven't paid me child support in 3 months and I had to pay the travel cost for my son to fly back home?<br />
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From what I understand, you've spent the whole summer with your son dropping him off at your parents or sisters house so you could go out to party and take your girlfriend out, but I'm the bitch because all I'm asking for is what is court ordered anyways?<br />
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Doesn't sound like you've spent the time wisely to be with your son, let alone spent your money wisely. And I don't really care what the fuck you do so long as my son is safe and you pay my child support in a timely manner.<br />
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You're serving alcohol to minors with my son around at your home, have barely spent time with the boy and you have the audacity to cry broke?! Not my problem.<br />
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You signed the papers. You agreed to the terms. You're not keeping up with your half of the bargain. But I'm the bitch?<br />
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Yeah, okay, sure. Sounds to me like it's you.<br />
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D.A.'s office, here I come. Good luck with that, dumb fuck.Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-83236172254655952722012-07-25T05:51:00.001-07:002012-07-25T05:51:39.056-07:00A Sudden Rush of AngerIt's brewing in the pit of my stomach like the perfect storm. All hell is about to break loose and I promise, it wont be pretty. <div>
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I've lost a lot of friends in the last year and a half. Actually, I've lost them all. Moving across the country and away from all the people you know has a way of ending friendships whether you were trying to end them or not.</div>
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I lost one "close" friend to a horrible case of bridezilla syndrome. She felt the need to terminate our friendship because me moving across the country and going through a divorce interfered with her plans of me being her maid of honor. </div>
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I was oblivious to the fact that the friendship had ended til someone else pointed it out to me. Apparently, she had ended our friendship on Facebook, not that I would know because she had deleted me as a friend prior to the announcement, but I hadn't noticed that either. God, I love Facebook.</div>
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Other friends started to fade away slowly. And now, a year and a half after leaving the East Coast (for the second time), I realized that I have no friends left. Only acquaintances.</div>
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I lie. I have one friend left. But that friendship is standing on the ledge and I'm about to jump. It's the reason why the storm is brewing to begin with. This friendship will not end well, but I'll get into that once I'm back home in Vegas. Did I mention that I've been staying out in the small town of Wake Forest, NC? It's like being in hillbilly hell, but worse. No beaches and no liquor stores for miles and everything closes by 10:00pm, except for the Walmart... of course.</div>
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They have a great <a href="http://charlieskabobgrill.com/">Mediterranean food joint</a> across the street from where I've been staying. The hummus is awesome. I go everyday cause I don't have my car out here and it's walking distance.</div>
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How I miss the Vegas lights. I look forward to going home and finding a new place to call home once I get back. I think it's time to settle in and get myself rooted. I think Vegas may possibly be home after all. </div>
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<br /></div>Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-24147258779601775852012-07-23T13:22:00.001-07:002012-07-23T13:26:03.807-07:00365 ProjectSo I got into this little hobby called photography. I don't know if most people are aware, but photography is one expensive ass hobby to get into.<br />
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And now that I've become addicted like a beat up prostitute hooked on heroin, or a zombie flesh eater hooked on bath salts, I've decided to attempt that whole 365 project thing. <br />
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Unlike my libido, my attention span is pretty... fuck, I hate being constipated... Right...What? Never mind. So I'm not sure how well this will all play out. Constipation really does suck ass. Why am I writing this post from the toilet? The world may never know.<br />
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Beginning today, for the next 365 (unless I get distracted before then), I will post pictures on <a href="http://brighternites365.blogspot.com/">here</a> and <a href="http://365project.org/brighternites/365">here </a> (feel free to pick your poison. It's the same damn shit on both sites). I will be taking pictures with my really cool new camera, that cost me about a months rent. And on days that I'm feeling too damn lazy to be productive, I will use my broke down ass HTC some-crap phone that pisses me off more than it doesn't, to take pictures that may or may not suck.<br />
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Just for the record, the first pic I posted was from my HTC please-die-and-go-to-hell phone. I'd say I'm off to a good start.<br />
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Pictures will be as random as the shit that comes out my ass.<br />
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<a href="http://brighternites365.blogspot.com/">365 Project Blogger</a><br />
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<a href="http://365project.org/brighternites/365">365project.org</a><br />
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<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-22516227036920664402012-06-28T11:32:00.003-07:002012-06-28T11:32:39.412-07:00TitusvillismsIt's a well known fact that I tend to be somewhat "off" at times. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I suffer from verbal diarrhea. <br />
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I say things at times that make people turn and look at me as if I were crazy.<br />
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I've been quoted saying random things like:<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"Rodney King is dead, we need to work on our sex map."</span>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">So what you're saying is, shaking it is not an effective way of drying your penis?!"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">I'm gonna get high off this red bull. It's gives me wings, I wanna run..."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">Magic Penis!!! The magic of the penis... It's magical!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">Naked! Take it! Fake it! Butt cake! No wait... That doesn't rhyme..."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">Slurpee! Hump, hump..."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">The world does not revolve around you and your penile paranoia"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">You like to help the strays... I like to feed them to the Asians"</span><br />
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That is, until Titusville entered the picture. He's good at making people think he's shy and reserved, which is why I've decided to compile this list of Titusvillisms. Just random shit that Titusville has said that makes me look a whole lot saner:<br />
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"<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">A jock strap is nothing but a bra for your balls"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I really don't believe you were a thai stripper after a sex change. Im pretty bummed"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"I like when you act retarded cause it reminds me that I still have a chance with you"</span>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"I like your small hands cause they make my dick look bigger"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"Your body is the highway. Tell me where to get off" - (Sounds romantic at first... Until you factor in that he was talking to his GPS)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"A friend use to sell drugs in Gainesville. He recommended a place to eat"</span>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">MyFace.com. Yea thats a real social network we live on, dumb ass."</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">Love is just a word until you give it a meaning. Vagina is just a word til you put something inside"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">I'm having sex with my camera. It does a better job.. It focuses all on me"</span><br />
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On second thought, we both sound crazy... Him more then me... Cause I'm sane... And I'm wearing clothes which means I'm NOT crazy. I wear clothes all the time. Like normal folk. Yep... Just me not being naked and sane. It's good to be normal.</div>
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<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-59826948808179371732012-05-25T05:51:00.000-07:002012-05-25T05:51:29.817-07:00Who Says I'm Not a Good Neighbor?!I know... I keep going M.I.A. Blah, blah, blah... Get over it.<br />
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I've been meaning to post this for a while but, I've been distracted with a lot of things. Packing, new job, and a bunch of irrelevant shit.<br />
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Anyways, about a week ago, I was on my way out the house to pick up my son from school when I found this note in the door:<br />
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I'm not completely insensitive to other peoples needs, especially when kids are involved, but what kind of threw me off was the fact that I work from home and only leave the house for maybe 2 hours out the day, usually in the morning, NOT evening.<br />
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So Catrice #126, you're full of shit, which is why I had no choice but to leave you this note:<br />
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I'm such a good neighbor.<br />
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I haven't received another note in the door so I'm assuming she either got the point to fuck off or perhaps she realized she was blaming the 'continuous barking' on the wrong dog.<br />
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In either case, I don't care.<br />
<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-31568832324328402312012-03-20T07:41:00.001-07:002012-03-20T07:41:25.709-07:00Jealousy is a Real BitchI admit it. I have a very hard time keeping my outrageous jealously in check. This may stem from what I like to call "Ugly Duck Syndrome".<br />
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Once upon a time, I got picked on... A lot... I went to majority all black schools all my life so maybe the bitches were hating cause I had 'that gud hur' (that's good hair, for those of you who don't understand Ebonics).<br />
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People use to call me ugly all the time, the thing is I believed it then. Not so much now. But I do feel threatened by other women, but that probably has something to do with being cheated on all the time. I've grown accustom to it. I wont accept it, but it's expected. (Titusville, you are that one exception. I don't expect it from you and if you ever did it, you would die.... There's no explanation necessary).<br />
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Hell, I don't know. Point is, I don't make friends easy, and I sure as hell don't keep them for long periods of time, but that has something to do with me always picking up and going into hiding. I reinvent myself all the time. I trust no one cause everyone lies, and I've become somewhat of a narcissist because at the end of the day, no one really cares about your best interest, but yourself.<br />
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So when I do find someone who I let in, and not just a little bit, but a lot, I can get somewhat overprotective of that person. Unfortunately, since I don't know what a healthy human relationship consists of, I tend to get sometimes act out, in a very ugly way.<br />
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Truth be told, I'm not normal, so anyone who deals with me can't be either. Normal people don't get me, but then again the abnormal folk don't either.<br />
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I'm not consistent in my personality. What I may find unacceptable today may become completely acceptable tomorrow. I'm starting to believe that I may be one crazy ass bitch.<br />
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There are days when I wish certain peoples death and the next I want to bury the hatchet and move on. I'm that kinda crazy. I think my paranoia is starting to get the best of me. I would see a shrink but I don't really trust the meds they prescribe. I always seem to be that 1% of people who get the abnormal side effects of hallucinations, voices in my head and all that other crazy shit. Must be because of my predisposition to schizophrenia. <br />
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I am self destructive as hell, from the cutting, to the random tattoos that I got just for the pain, to the eating disorder. Bulimia sucks, by the way.<br />
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Then there was the drinking problem that got in the way of my eating disorder but it was the only way I could eat and not want to purge.<br />
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Yeah, I'm slightly fucked up. I am a work in progress. And that's not even half of it... Enough for you to maybe get a better picture of the person you're dealing with here, but there is still a lot more that I hide. <br />
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So yeah, that's me. Psychotic, but overly protective about people I care about, slightly overly emotional, and jealous, insecure, ugly but not really ugly but still thinks I'm kinda ugly, narcissistic bitch who goes back and forth between cutting, bulimia and alcoholism, and likes to hide out in the desert because this is where all the crazies come to hide.<br />
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When I finally get a balance on things, I'll let you know.<br />
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Until then, you can try to bare it with me, or go fuck yourself. Your choice.<br />
<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-21685010299606299132012-03-08T19:18:00.000-08:002012-03-08T19:28:27.265-08:00Evil MonkeyI took a 5 hour energy shot today which makes complete sense. I mean what person with ADHD shouldn't be taking energy shots?<br />
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So now I have a jumble of thoughts running through my mind but I can't keep up with my thought process. Awesome, right?<br />
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I've come up with all sorts of devious plans to do evil things. First thing that comes to mind is my plan to kidnap Fudgy. In case you're wondering, Fudgy is this evil monkey with beady eyes. He's oddly shaped and scary to look at.<br />
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I don't like him because I believe he is possessed by the devil and is out to get me. Or maybe he's not out to get me specifically, but that evil bastard is up to something. It is my belief that he may have very valuable information about what stuffed animals do when no one is home. <br />
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Fudgy must be caught! I must use Chinese torture and psychological torture techniques on him to get to the bottom of the truth. <br />
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I have a secret army and we plan to attack... very soon.<br />
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What poor Fugdy doesn't know is that I plan to behead him and stick his head on a pole. Talk or don't talk, evil Fudgy. You're going down, bastard!<br />
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I'd post a picture of the evil bastard to complete this post but in order to that, I'd have to reactivate my Facebook account to get a picture and quite frankly, I'm enjoying my hiatus away from Facebook. The devil lives on Facebook and he's slowly taking all of you're souls from right underneath you. <br />
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I'm saved because I bought a homeless nun a sandwich which has to be one of the most narcissistic things I've ever done. I only did it to prove to myself that I'm not narcissistic which in turn only proves how narcissistic I really am.<br />
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As for all the devil and possession ideas that I have been rambling on about, you can blame that on Titusville for getting me addicted to Supernatural.<br />
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Dammit, is Dean hot!<br />
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So yeah... Death to Fudgy, Facebook is Evil, I'm a narcissist, and Supernatural is awesome! How's that for a blog post?<br />
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Side note: Fudgy's owner, this is in no way, shape or form geared towards you. Not every evil thought I post or mention is about you, so stop being so narcissistic. Only I'm allowed to be a narcissist. Now if you could kindly email me a picture of Fudgy so my evil minions know who to attack, that would be awesome! angrygirlfriend@gmail.com and yes, I'm being totally serious. You'll thank me later.<br />
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I should also probably mention I'm on hiatus from my personal Facebook account, not my Angry
Girlfriend account, so you can all still 'Like' my page and worship me. <br />
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<br />Angry Girlfriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03220052617025347796noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6688261813658545277.post-69145680972815987552012-02-28T05:24:00.001-08:002012-02-28T05:40:41.715-08:00Insomnia Is BackJust when I thought I had gotten over it. I crash at 10:00pm then wake up at 12:00pm, fall back asleep only to be up by 2:00am.<br />
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I don't know whats keeping me up but this shit sucks huge hairy balls.<br />
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Masturbation helps... Just slightly, but like Chinese food, I'm only hungry 2 hours later... Was that analogy inappropriate? Fuck it.<br />
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On an irrelevant note, I love croutons! They are so yum. Dip them in some bleu cheese. Hell yeah.<br />
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On yet another random note, I had a conversation with this Portuguese guy. Well he spoke Portuguese and I spoke Spanish combined with the limited Portuguese I do know. It's fun trying to communicate with people who speak a different language.<br />
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I might make a game of it. No English or Spanish? Let's have a conversation. Could be fun.<br />
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