There are maybe 3 people that I hate in this whole world. Like hate, hate and wish death upon hate.
Wait, that sounds bad. Three people to wish death upon is kind of a high number? Blame it on me being a narcissist. The only other person I give a shit about other then myself and my son is Titusville. I've known that fucker a long time. Fuck, does he get under my skin. I don't know half the time if I want to have crazy, wild sex with him or kill him. Maybe a mixture of both. We do play hard.
As for the people I want dead. I hate you. You know it, I know it. No need to be coy about it. The only reason I don't wish you dead is because it would vastly effect The Boy. Well, just that particular one. Guess that gives that one away. The other two, I could give a shit about.
Well technically the second is also related to my The Boy. I just don't think he'd notice or care because you're fat and ugly and kind of a bitch. Did I say kinda? I take it back. You are a bitch. I don't know how your husband doesn't cheat on you. He must be a better man then most, or really good at hiding his shit. Maybe that's why he's always drunk.
As for the third, not even worth mentioning so there goes that.
There's an honorable forth mention. I don't wish you death. I just don't like you cause you lie. A lot. Like all the fucking time. Seriously? What's the point of lying so much? Especially cause you can't keep your stories straight and you get caught every fucking time? You should work on that. Either stop lying or learn to lie and not get caught. Just saying.
The more I think about it, there's a lot people I don't like. Maybe I should relocate somewhere where I could become the President and dictate who gets to move into the country and who's ugly, fat, or a waste of space. I will call Angry Girlfriendapolis.
I might need a better name then that.
Stupid, fat, ugly people who use to work at whorehouses are not permitted. I still think it's hilarious that you call me a whore but you ACTUALLY sold your vagina for money. By definition and technicality doesn't that make YOU a whore? Just saying.
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Monday, February 27, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Yeah, So...
Sometimes being so angry gets annoying. I wish I could let it all go like a good orgasm. Is it so much to ask to be not angry? Not happy, just not angry.
Apparently, it is. Somehow, I know it's my own damn fault. I set myself up for these things, but I am REALLY good at being self destructive.
There was the whole cutting thing, the eating disorder. I push people away cause I simply just don't trust them. It's just what I do. I find way to self destruct. I'd like to believe that I'm not alone, but in reality I am. It's the nature of the beast.
One of these days, I'm going to have to grow up and face my issues.... Until then, I'm drowning it all out with music and alcohol:
How To Say This Nicely?
Nobody cares. Least of all me. Maybe I am sort of a narcissist after all.
Why did God invent you ugly people to begin with? It's like he got bored and needed ugly people to entertain him or something.
More importantly, why are there stupid people?
You want to see me in court? By all means. Bring it on, bitch. You wont win and I'll tear you a new asshole. Here's hoping a big rock falls out of the sky and lands on your fucking head.
In the meantime, I'll just have to block your calls and/or respond to your text and emails with, 'No comment. Feel free to contact my attorney".
Really cute how you tried to set me up, by the way. Classic. Luckily, I learned how to tell when you're lying years ago. Go fuck a duck, k?
I am feeling like a major dumb ass for even being in this situation to begin with. If only I could hit the reset button and make you go away.
How inappropriate would it be to have a beer at 3:30 in the morning? Yes, no, maybe?
Why did God invent you ugly people to begin with? It's like he got bored and needed ugly people to entertain him or something.
More importantly, why are there stupid people?
You want to see me in court? By all means. Bring it on, bitch. You wont win and I'll tear you a new asshole. Here's hoping a big rock falls out of the sky and lands on your fucking head.
In the meantime, I'll just have to block your calls and/or respond to your text and emails with, 'No comment. Feel free to contact my attorney".
Really cute how you tried to set me up, by the way. Classic. Luckily, I learned how to tell when you're lying years ago. Go fuck a duck, k?
I am feeling like a major dumb ass for even being in this situation to begin with. If only I could hit the reset button and make you go away.
How inappropriate would it be to have a beer at 3:30 in the morning? Yes, no, maybe?
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Dirty Fly
I find you so utterly annoying. You're like a fly stuck behind the blinds. I can't see you, but I hear you buzzing away back there.
I want to take my shoe and just beat the hell out of you til you're all smashed up and dead. You stopped buzzing around for a while, but you're still there. Playing dead. Waiting for me to forget that you're back there.
Just as soon as I forget, you start to buzz again. Wreacking all kinds of havoc. I hate you fly. You evil, dirty, whore fly.
Why can't you just die already and go away?!
On second thought, maybe I shouldn't ruin a perfectly good shoe on an evil, dirty fly. After all, my shoe is worth more then your dirty vagina. haha :)
I want to take my shoe and just beat the hell out of you til you're all smashed up and dead. You stopped buzzing around for a while, but you're still there. Playing dead. Waiting for me to forget that you're back there.
Just as soon as I forget, you start to buzz again. Wreacking all kinds of havoc. I hate you fly. You evil, dirty, whore fly.
Why can't you just die already and go away?!
On second thought, maybe I shouldn't ruin a perfectly good shoe on an evil, dirty fly. After all, my shoe is worth more then your dirty vagina. haha :)
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Ask Me
If you want to know what I'm really feeling, ask me when I'm drunk.
You might not like what I have to say, but it will be the honest truth.
P.S. You suck hairy balls, asshole.
You might not like what I have to say, but it will be the honest truth.
P.S. You suck hairy balls, asshole.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Making Amends
There is a certain person out there, who I wont name specifically, who I feel I need to make amends with.
Can't say that I actually know this person, (you can thank your "friend" for that, since he's made it very clear that we can never meet because you're too shy and he feels some warped sense of responsibility towards you and the need to protect you. From who? I don't know. I'm actually quite a nice person).
Quite frankly, it's this stupid need to "protect" you that has made me as hostile towards you without having ever met you. Not fair to you, but let's just say I'm a very territorial person.
I like to literally mark my territory. Like I dog, I pee on things that belong to me. I've somewhat turned feral... I'm getting sidetracked.
Point is, I'm not crazy, I'm not a psycho bitch regardless of what you've heard or read for that matter, I'm not a lush (I swear, that fucker set me up), I've never been arrested nor have I ever required court order anger management, as of yet. See? I'm normal.
Not to brag, but I'm actually pretty fucking awesome. Although, most people probably wouldn't agree cause they still can't seem to see past the whole peeing into my ex's chicken ordeal. At some point and time, you have to let that go people! There has got to be a statue of limitations for certain random acts of crazy I tend to display... on rare occasion.
Again, I'm getting sidetracked... BIRD!!! Just kidding.
So yeah, person I kinda know but not really cause we've never actually met. I am offering you a peace offering to end the imaginary war that I seem to have created in my very own mind.
I do shit like that on occasions. It's what non-crazy people with an over active imagination do.
If you ever want to reach out to me so you can see for yourself how not crazy I am, you know how. Not that I expect you to, but the offer is there.
Can't say that I actually know this person, (you can thank your "friend" for that, since he's made it very clear that we can never meet because you're too shy and he feels some warped sense of responsibility towards you and the need to protect you. From who? I don't know. I'm actually quite a nice person).
Quite frankly, it's this stupid need to "protect" you that has made me as hostile towards you without having ever met you. Not fair to you, but let's just say I'm a very territorial person.
I like to literally mark my territory. Like I dog, I pee on things that belong to me. I've somewhat turned feral... I'm getting sidetracked.
Point is, I'm not crazy, I'm not a psycho bitch regardless of what you've heard or read for that matter, I'm not a lush (I swear, that fucker set me up), I've never been arrested nor have I ever required court order anger management, as of yet. See? I'm normal.
Not to brag, but I'm actually pretty fucking awesome. Although, most people probably wouldn't agree cause they still can't seem to see past the whole peeing into my ex's chicken ordeal. At some point and time, you have to let that go people! There has got to be a statue of limitations for certain random acts of crazy I tend to display... on rare occasion.
Again, I'm getting sidetracked... BIRD!!! Just kidding.
So yeah, person I kinda know but not really cause we've never actually met. I am offering you a peace offering to end the imaginary war that I seem to have created in my very own mind.
I do shit like that on occasions. It's what non-crazy people with an over active imagination do.
If you ever want to reach out to me so you can see for yourself how not crazy I am, you know how. Not that I expect you to, but the offer is there.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Why Bother?
I consider myself to be a good friend. Always giving advice to those in need. Lately, I've noticed that people can me all the time, at all hours and I'm there to hear their bullshit and give advice.
The problem is when I'm in need, there's no one there for me. Granted, I know there's a 3 hour time difference between me and my East Coaster friends, and I haven't made too many friends out west cause quite frankly, in my life, people come and go.
As evil and bitchy as I am, I am good to those I care about. Unfortunately, the feelings are obviously NOT mutual. So who do I turn to when I'm in need of advice or guidance? No one. Cause no one gives a shit. And that's okay.
Just don't bother calling me at 3 am when you've gotten pulled over for a DUI and you need help bailing getting bailed out, or when you caught you boyfriend cheating on you, or when you find out that you're husband got another woman pregnant and has a whole different family on the side, or when you cheated on you're boyfriend and don't know who the father of your baby is, or when your boyfriend gave you an STI, etc...
Quite frankly, your problems are your own. Deal with it! I honestly don't give a shit anymore.
I have wasted a lot of time listening to the bullshit of others, when I don't even have a grip on my own life.
People come and go. It's time to move on and cut out the old. Good luck to you people back east. Quite frankly, I'm over your drama.
The problem is when I'm in need, there's no one there for me. Granted, I know there's a 3 hour time difference between me and my East Coaster friends, and I haven't made too many friends out west cause quite frankly, in my life, people come and go.
As evil and bitchy as I am, I am good to those I care about. Unfortunately, the feelings are obviously NOT mutual. So who do I turn to when I'm in need of advice or guidance? No one. Cause no one gives a shit. And that's okay.
Just don't bother calling me at 3 am when you've gotten pulled over for a DUI and you need help bailing getting bailed out, or when you caught you boyfriend cheating on you, or when you find out that you're husband got another woman pregnant and has a whole different family on the side, or when you cheated on you're boyfriend and don't know who the father of your baby is, or when your boyfriend gave you an STI, etc...
Quite frankly, your problems are your own. Deal with it! I honestly don't give a shit anymore.
I have wasted a lot of time listening to the bullshit of others, when I don't even have a grip on my own life.
People come and go. It's time to move on and cut out the old. Good luck to you people back east. Quite frankly, I'm over your drama.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
To Xanax Or Not to Xanax
I've been suffering from panic attacks and insomnia for about the last 2 weeks, which sucks balls to say the least.
I was on the verge of finally caving in and popping a xanax, but me being the way I am, I just had to look up the side effects.
I think it's common knowledge at this point that the side effects are usually worse then the reason you're on the drug to begin with.
Did you know a side effect of xanax is 'hallucinations, seeing and hearing things that don't exist'.
I guess they felt the need to explain what a hallucination is just in case you're too high to put it together. Maybe what you're reading doesn't exist and hallucinations isn't a real side effect.
Next on the list: thinking of harming or killing yourself or trying to do so.
This is an awesome side effect. You get a prescription for xanax cause you were a little stressed out, had some anxiety issues and now you want to kill yourself.
For some of you, xanax will push you over the edge completely. Awesomeness! Have fun jumping off that bridge!
Another awesome side effect: depression.
The funny thing about anxiety and panic disorders is that the people who have them are usually already suffering from some form of depression.
Apparently, xanax can make you MORE depressed which in retrospect would explain why you might want to kill yourself while on this drug.
I think I've read enough. I'm tossing those pills out. Insomnia and panic: here I come!
I was on the verge of finally caving in and popping a xanax, but me being the way I am, I just had to look up the side effects.
I think it's common knowledge at this point that the side effects are usually worse then the reason you're on the drug to begin with.
Did you know a side effect of xanax is 'hallucinations, seeing and hearing things that don't exist'.
I guess they felt the need to explain what a hallucination is just in case you're too high to put it together. Maybe what you're reading doesn't exist and hallucinations isn't a real side effect.
Next on the list: thinking of harming or killing yourself or trying to do so.
This is an awesome side effect. You get a prescription for xanax cause you were a little stressed out, had some anxiety issues and now you want to kill yourself.
For some of you, xanax will push you over the edge completely. Awesomeness! Have fun jumping off that bridge!
Another awesome side effect: depression.
The funny thing about anxiety and panic disorders is that the people who have them are usually already suffering from some form of depression.
Apparently, xanax can make you MORE depressed which in retrospect would explain why you might want to kill yourself while on this drug.
I think I've read enough. I'm tossing those pills out. Insomnia and panic: here I come!
Friday, January 20, 2012
Titusville in Titusville
When we started dating about 3 months ago, Titusville and I thought that we had come up with this awesome plan that in order to not keep this relationship long distance for too long, he would take a job offer in New Jersey on a 2 month contract and then move out across the country with me once securing a job. I should mention that this contract ends in 5 days.
I guess I should also mention that this idea made sense at the time because he was going to be bringing home a substantial amount of money, so it seemed like a good idea.
Where this plan failed, unbeknownst to me, was when I went to go visit him for the holidays. Apparently, I forced him to book a hotel for the 2 weeks I was out there and drained his cash. He could've simply have told me not to come out, and that issue would have been avoided all together, but since I'm a grown-up, I'm suppose to think ahead. Anyone who knows me should know I NEVER THINK AHEAD. It's a character flaw.
Of course, planning in advance rarely works. He's pretty good at what he does which is something web related, but apparently there's only work for him on the east coast. Apparently, they don't have any web designers living anywhere else in the country. ONLY ON THE EAST COAST... IN FLORIDA... NOWHERE ELSE...
He's gotten tons of job offers back in Florida. Specifically, back in the same area he use to live. And that's ok. I don't mind waiting things out and doing the long distance thing. The problem is if he goes back to Florida, he'll be living with his former female roommate. Which isn't the problem. The problem is that he and this female roommate had a sexual relationship up until about a year ago.
Apparently, I'm suppose to trust him that nothing will happen. Which I do. I just don't trust HER. I'm sure he'd back away and not let things get to that level, but why put yourself in that situation to begin with?
So as it stands, he and I are in limbo and there's a possibility that we'll go our separate ways. All because I voiced my feelings about the subject, and anytime I bring up the topic of this roommate and my concerns about her, he throws a shit fest.
I did give him the ultimatum that if he moves back in with her, we're through. I was frustrated. And I'm not 100% sure if I really would walk or if it was just me talking out of anger. Maybe I'm in the wrong. Who knows? But what he fails to realize, ironically since he's one of the only people in this world to really know me best, is that I've been fucked over many a time.
Granted, I understand that you can't take out your insecurities, and anger on the new guy, but come on.
This woman post shit on your Facebook every fucking day, you talk to her on the phone every fucking day, and now you're going to be living together again? And you still can't see why I might have an issue with this?
Yeah, Facebook is just Facebook, but you have a relationship with this person ON and OFFLINE on a daily basis. And now you won't talk to me because I voiced a concern???
I hope that someone is reading this. Help us shed some light on who is in the wrong here, because Titusville is pretty damn good at flipping the script and making me feel guilty for not trusting him, which I never said to begin with. I'm just saying, if the situation was in reverse, how cool about it would you be?
I guess I should also mention that this idea made sense at the time because he was going to be bringing home a substantial amount of money, so it seemed like a good idea.
Where this plan failed, unbeknownst to me, was when I went to go visit him for the holidays. Apparently, I forced him to book a hotel for the 2 weeks I was out there and drained his cash. He could've simply have told me not to come out, and that issue would have been avoided all together, but since I'm a grown-up, I'm suppose to think ahead. Anyone who knows me should know I NEVER THINK AHEAD. It's a character flaw.
Of course, planning in advance rarely works. He's pretty good at what he does which is something web related, but apparently there's only work for him on the east coast. Apparently, they don't have any web designers living anywhere else in the country. ONLY ON THE EAST COAST... IN FLORIDA... NOWHERE ELSE...
He's gotten tons of job offers back in Florida. Specifically, back in the same area he use to live. And that's ok. I don't mind waiting things out and doing the long distance thing. The problem is if he goes back to Florida, he'll be living with his former female roommate. Which isn't the problem. The problem is that he and this female roommate had a sexual relationship up until about a year ago.
Apparently, I'm suppose to trust him that nothing will happen. Which I do. I just don't trust HER. I'm sure he'd back away and not let things get to that level, but why put yourself in that situation to begin with?
So as it stands, he and I are in limbo and there's a possibility that we'll go our separate ways. All because I voiced my feelings about the subject, and anytime I bring up the topic of this roommate and my concerns about her, he throws a shit fest.
I did give him the ultimatum that if he moves back in with her, we're through. I was frustrated. And I'm not 100% sure if I really would walk or if it was just me talking out of anger. Maybe I'm in the wrong. Who knows? But what he fails to realize, ironically since he's one of the only people in this world to really know me best, is that I've been fucked over many a time.
Granted, I understand that you can't take out your insecurities, and anger on the new guy, but come on.
This woman post shit on your Facebook every fucking day, you talk to her on the phone every fucking day, and now you're going to be living together again? And you still can't see why I might have an issue with this?
Yeah, Facebook is just Facebook, but you have a relationship with this person ON and OFFLINE on a daily basis. And now you won't talk to me because I voiced a concern???
I hope that someone is reading this. Help us shed some light on who is in the wrong here, because Titusville is pretty damn good at flipping the script and making me feel guilty for not trusting him, which I never said to begin with. I'm just saying, if the situation was in reverse, how cool about it would you be?
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
No One Likes Rebuplicans
This is a little out of left field, but I was having a conversation with this crazy white bitch from Ohio. And we all know people from Ohio are fucking nuts. She's actually pretty cool when she's not trying to stab people.
Ohio, who is Republican, apparently came to the sudden realization that no one likes Republicans. Which is true.
For whatever reason, I came to the realization that it appears in some kind of unspoken law, that you can't be black and be a Republican, unless you're Condoleezza Rice, who black people don't consider black anyways. How did she make it so far in politics with a jacked up ass name like that?
It's like a fat person who starves themselves. That actually makes no sense. But I think that may have been my point. I mean, what fat person do you know that would willing starve themselves?
It's like this fat girl I know who's always complaining about being fat as she stuffs a 12 inch sub down her throat and complains 15 minutes later that she's still hungry and talks about how she's watching her weight by only eating 1 of the 2 12 inch subs she bought and downing it with a diet coke. See? No sense. Sleep deprivation is starting to get to me.
Ohio, who is Republican, apparently came to the sudden realization that no one likes Republicans. Which is true.
For whatever reason, I came to the realization that it appears in some kind of unspoken law, that you can't be black and be a Republican, unless you're Condoleezza Rice, who black people don't consider black anyways. How did she make it so far in politics with a jacked up ass name like that?
It's like a fat person who starves themselves. That actually makes no sense. But I think that may have been my point. I mean, what fat person do you know that would willing starve themselves?
It's like this fat girl I know who's always complaining about being fat as she stuffs a 12 inch sub down her throat and complains 15 minutes later that she's still hungry and talks about how she's watching her weight by only eating 1 of the 2 12 inch subs she bought and downing it with a diet coke. See? No sense. Sleep deprivation is starting to get to me.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Die, Whore Bitch, Die
There's not a lot of people that I hate in this world.
But there are certain people who just really get under my skin and I wish a painful death. I think they do it on purpose. Because they know... I can be a psycho bitch. They want to see how far they can push me before I blow up.
They obviously, have no clue... I'm not hard to set off...
Sleep well, you whore. I've got my eye on you. Fucking slut.
I'm sorry to be so vague, but I can't just throw everything out there at the moment. Give me some time, and we shall see what is to come.
But there are certain people who just really get under my skin and I wish a painful death. I think they do it on purpose. Because they know... I can be a psycho bitch. They want to see how far they can push me before I blow up.
They obviously, have no clue... I'm not hard to set off...
Sleep well, you whore. I've got my eye on you. Fucking slut.
I'm sorry to be so vague, but I can't just throw everything out there at the moment. Give me some time, and we shall see what is to come.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Been M.I.A.
Before you start to bitch me out, I am well aware that I have been M.I.A. for quite some time now. That's kinda my fault but not really. Let's just say shit a.k.a. life happens.
I could catch you all up, but no one cares about the details. Unless, it's all ugly. Which most of it is, truth be told.
Let's just say, I think I may possibly make a come back which really doesn't make any sense since I wasn't ever THAT popular to begin with. And yes, I'm still very much angry. Just not at the same person.
I'm famous in Japan, bitch!!! Well, not really, but I like to pretend I am. I'll work on my comeback tomorrow when I'm sober.
Oh, and... Happy New Years!!! What year are we in? 2012 or some shit... We're all gonna die... Yeah...
I could catch you all up, but no one cares about the details. Unless, it's all ugly. Which most of it is, truth be told.
Let's just say, I think I may possibly make a come back which really doesn't make any sense since I wasn't ever THAT popular to begin with. And yes, I'm still very much angry. Just not at the same person.
I'm famous in Japan, bitch!!! Well, not really, but I like to pretend I am. I'll work on my comeback tomorrow when I'm sober.
Oh, and... Happy New Years!!! What year are we in? 2012 or some shit... We're all gonna die... Yeah...
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
What the Fuck?!
If there's one thing I love to do, it's reading the comments that you guys leave me about something I've posted.
However, it has come to my attention that some people have been posting bullshit like this:
Hello!
You may probably be very curious to know how one can manage to receive high yields on investments.
There is no initial capital needed.
You may begin to get income with a money that usually goes
on daily food, that's 20-100 dollars.
I have been participating in one project for several years,
and I'm ready to share my secrets at my blog.
Please visit blog and send me private message to get the info.
P.S. I make 1000-2000 per daily now.
I mean, seriously?
Who the fuck cares about what you're advertising. More importantly, why are you posting your random bullshit ads as a comment on my fucking blog?
To all you fucking spammers out there, I got one thing to say... FUCK OFF!
I don't want you junking up my comments with your random bullshit. No one gives a flying fuck. Lease of all, me.
Take your bullshit somewhere else, cause I'm just going to delete the crap anyways.
P.S. To anyone's who's interested... My birthday is right around the corner. I'll be turning 29 on May 23. Sooooo... Feel free to buy me something whether it's a gift of a couple shots of Patron while I'm out on the town, hehe. Just thought I'd put it out there.
I almost forgot... Even though I'm not Mexican... Happy Cinco de Mayo. This 6 pack of Corona's I'm guzzling down right now is for all of you (mostly myself, but sure, you guys too LMAO)
However, it has come to my attention that some people have been posting bullshit like this:
Hello!
You may probably be very curious to know how one can manage to receive high yields on investments.
There is no initial capital needed.
You may begin to get income with a money that usually goes
on daily food, that's 20-100 dollars.
I have been participating in one project for several years,
and I'm ready to share my secrets at my blog.
Please visit blog and send me private message to get the info.
P.S. I make 1000-2000 per daily now.
I mean, seriously?
Who the fuck cares about what you're advertising. More importantly, why are you posting your random bullshit ads as a comment on my fucking blog?
To all you fucking spammers out there, I got one thing to say... FUCK OFF!
I don't want you junking up my comments with your random bullshit. No one gives a flying fuck. Lease of all, me.
Take your bullshit somewhere else, cause I'm just going to delete the crap anyways.
P.S. To anyone's who's interested... My birthday is right around the corner. I'll be turning 29 on May 23. Sooooo... Feel free to buy me something whether it's a gift of a couple shots of Patron while I'm out on the town, hehe. Just thought I'd put it out there.
I almost forgot... Even though I'm not Mexican... Happy Cinco de Mayo. This 6 pack of Corona's I'm guzzling down right now is for all of you (mostly myself, but sure, you guys too LMAO)
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Guess Who's Back, Bitches?!
It's been 3 months since my last post. Did you miss me?
Of course you did because I'm fuckin awesomely, awesome!
I've got a lot of updates but considering I'm at work right now, I'm going to have to update you later. Just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive and bitting off the penis heads and/or clitoris' of dirty, cocksucking liars whore and sluts.
Of course you did because I'm fuckin awesomely, awesome!
I've got a lot of updates but considering I'm at work right now, I'm going to have to update you later. Just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive and bitting off the penis heads and/or clitoris' of dirty, cocksucking liars whore and sluts.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Happy Belated New Year
Yeah, so this post is coming really late...
A lot of things have gone on since my last blog. I would update you, but I've decided to keep my personal life personal cause you never know who's out there reading.
A lot of things have changed... That's all I'm going to say about that...
I've spent enough time in this fucking desert to know that it's time to leave. It's beginning to do some fuck up shit to my mind. It's time to relocate. That's all I'm gonna say about that. You can come to your own assumption of where I'm heading next.
All that same... Happy New Years to all you fuckers!!!
You haven't seen the last of me, but it's time to leave the Angry Girlfriend shit behind and come up with a new and better persona... Don't worry, though... When I figure out where I'm going with this blogging thing, you'll be the first to know...
A lot of things have gone on since my last blog. I would update you, but I've decided to keep my personal life personal cause you never know who's out there reading.
A lot of things have changed... That's all I'm going to say about that...
I've spent enough time in this fucking desert to know that it's time to leave. It's beginning to do some fuck up shit to my mind. It's time to relocate. That's all I'm gonna say about that. You can come to your own assumption of where I'm heading next.
All that same... Happy New Years to all you fuckers!!!
You haven't seen the last of me, but it's time to leave the Angry Girlfriend shit behind and come up with a new and better persona... Don't worry, though... When I figure out where I'm going with this blogging thing, you'll be the first to know...
Thursday, December 17, 2009
My Name Is Karma
As my friends have been watching me fester in my anger and madness, the one thing that I've heard from them over and over is, "Don't worry. Karma can be a bitch. That asshole is gonna get what's coming to him".
Well, kids. It's time for an Angry Girlfriend reality check. Sometimes Karma needs a little kick in the ass.
I'm not gonna sit here and wait for some magical Karma to kick in years and years later when I'm no longer bitter.
I AM KARMA, BITCH!!!
Of course most of you are probably thinking that I've lost most of my sanity and am working on pure emotion.
But I assure you. I don't think I've ever seen things more clearly in my life.
It's obvious that I'm only angry because (dare I say it?)... *gulp* I cared... Thats the first and last time you wil ever see any weakness out of me.
I'm gonna stop there because if I keep going, you'll only realize how evil I really am.
I'm a saint and those horns poking out the top of my head are only there to support my halo.
Well, kids. It's time for an Angry Girlfriend reality check. Sometimes Karma needs a little kick in the ass.
I'm not gonna sit here and wait for some magical Karma to kick in years and years later when I'm no longer bitter.
I AM KARMA, BITCH!!!
Of course most of you are probably thinking that I've lost most of my sanity and am working on pure emotion.
But I assure you. I don't think I've ever seen things more clearly in my life.
It's obvious that I'm only angry because (dare I say it?)... *gulp* I cared... Thats the first and last time you wil ever see any weakness out of me.
I'm gonna stop there because if I keep going, you'll only realize how evil I really am.
I'm a saint and those horns poking out the top of my head are only there to support my halo.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
All I Want For Christmas Is... A Good Divorce Attorney
I had stated earlier that Frijolero and I were in the process of reconciling. Well, that is no longer the case.
Two days ago, he stated that the marriage is over and that's pretty much all there is to that. Did I mention he was suppose to be coming out here for Christmas?
That's no longer the case either. After his unexpected news, I told him to take his airline ticket and go fuck himself with it.
I believe he may be seeing someone else. I'm guessing he hasn't fucked her yet, but that could change at any moment.
I hope your penis falls off from being infected with chlamydia and gonorrhea, you asshole!
So if anyone knows of a good divorce attorney, send me an email: angrygirlfriend@gmail.com
Two days ago, he stated that the marriage is over and that's pretty much all there is to that. Did I mention he was suppose to be coming out here for Christmas?
That's no longer the case either. After his unexpected news, I told him to take his airline ticket and go fuck himself with it.
I believe he may be seeing someone else. I'm guessing he hasn't fucked her yet, but that could change at any moment.
I hope your penis falls off from being infected with chlamydia and gonorrhea, you asshole!
So if anyone knows of a good divorce attorney, send me an email: angrygirlfriend@gmail.com
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Secret Phone
Can you keep a secret? No? Well neither can I.
I have a new secret phone that few people know about it. I got it so that Frijolero can't contact me on days that he pisses me off.
Do you think it's wrong that I got a secret phone so that my husband can't call me when I'm mad at him? No? Neither do I.
Did I mention that we're trying to work things out and get back together? Dysfunctional, I know.
I've only given out the phone number to a selected few people who I have deemed important enough to contact me when my primary phone is turned off.
I know that are a few of you out there that are reading this and are probably going to want to go tell Frijolero about my new secret phone, but I'm advising you not to do that because if you do... The little man in the window will break into your house and eat your face plus, I'll deny the whole thing.
He'll believe me because I'm poor and poor people don't have money to spend on secret phones.
So keep your mouth shut... It's our little secret, ok? Shhhhhhhh ;)
I have a new secret phone that few people know about it. I got it so that Frijolero can't contact me on days that he pisses me off.
Do you think it's wrong that I got a secret phone so that my husband can't call me when I'm mad at him? No? Neither do I.
Did I mention that we're trying to work things out and get back together? Dysfunctional, I know.
I've only given out the phone number to a selected few people who I have deemed important enough to contact me when my primary phone is turned off.
I know that are a few of you out there that are reading this and are probably going to want to go tell Frijolero about my new secret phone, but I'm advising you not to do that because if you do... The little man in the window will break into your house and eat your face plus, I'll deny the whole thing.
He'll believe me because I'm poor and poor people don't have money to spend on secret phones.
So keep your mouth shut... It's our little secret, ok? Shhhhhhhh ;)
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Yet Another New Job
Despite being in hard economic times, I was able to find a new job. I am now working at a retail store in an Outlet Mall. I'm not going to give the name of the company, but let's just say, they're pretty up there and I'm not really sure how I got this job to begin with since I'm sooo much the opposite.
The downside to this job and that I had to dye my hair a normal shade color (no more pinks, blues, purples, or red), I have to cover my nose piercing with foundation (I absolutely refuse to take it out), and I have to wear my hair down and long sleeves to conceal any tattoos.
Like I said, the complete opposite of everything me. It's a pretty decent job though. Benefits, good pay, 30% off anything at any of their stores even though I still can't afford any of their stuff even with the discount.
Actually, I don't know anyone who could afford to shop there. Maybe like one person. My uncle... The one who owns the Lamborghini.
Yeah... Those are the kinda people who go shopping at this store. I am soooo out of my element.
But I'm just so happy to be getting a paycheck again, that I really just don't care.
And for some odd reason, people are allowed to bring their pampered little pets into the mall. I've never seen some many people go shopping with their dogs, but whatever.
Hope the dogs don't shit on their new $500 pair of shoes.
The downside to this job and that I had to dye my hair a normal shade color (no more pinks, blues, purples, or red), I have to cover my nose piercing with foundation (I absolutely refuse to take it out), and I have to wear my hair down and long sleeves to conceal any tattoos.
Like I said, the complete opposite of everything me. It's a pretty decent job though. Benefits, good pay, 30% off anything at any of their stores even though I still can't afford any of their stuff even with the discount.
Actually, I don't know anyone who could afford to shop there. Maybe like one person. My uncle... The one who owns the Lamborghini.
Yeah... Those are the kinda people who go shopping at this store. I am soooo out of my element.
But I'm just so happy to be getting a paycheck again, that I really just don't care.
And for some odd reason, people are allowed to bring their pampered little pets into the mall. I've never seen some many people go shopping with their dogs, but whatever.
Hope the dogs don't shit on their new $500 pair of shoes.
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