Haters amuse me. The more they hate, the more I laugh. The harder I laugh, the harder they hate. It's like an evil little merry-go-round. The important thing is, that I'm still laughing.
What's funniest about the people that hate me, and there are a fair few. They're all the most unhappy, un-loving, miserable fuckers I've ever met.
Let's see...there my brother. He really hates me. There's my husband's ex-gf (baby mama) oh yeah, she hates me. There's the mother to the alleged, illegitamate daughter...oh yeah...she REALLY hates me. And there's that chick out in California who just loves to hate me.
I'm not talking about the kind of hate like, we had a fight, things got ugly, but we're adults and we're over it, kinda of hate. I'm talking like, irrational, unending, uninstigated hate. Those are the haters that make me laugh the most. I don't find fighting with friends or things going ugly very funny. That shit makes me really sad, actually. But those haters boy...I just can't help but giggle.
I'm writing this in between go-backs with this idiot girl in California who hates me. I commented on a friend's FB status after her and while I made no reference to her comment, I just knew deep in my psychic bones that she was gonna HAVE to say something to me. And I was right. Of course, I'm responding only with telling her how right she is, which only serves to make her more and more insane.
Ah, there's that tell-tale "Facebook (1)" on my homepage tabs...it seems I have another message...let me check...yup...there's another... How I wish I had the patience to copy and paste the little conversation here...maybe I will in a bit. Right now I have to manage some laundry, a sleeping baby, and a trip to the store for some essentials.
Hate on, Haters!!!
Mwuahahahahahahahahaha!!!
What's funniest about the people that hate me, and there are a fair few. They're all the most unhappy, un-loving, miserable fuckers I've ever met.
Let's see...there my brother. He really hates me. There's my husband's ex-gf (baby mama) oh yeah, she hates me. There's the mother to the alleged, illegitamate daughter...oh yeah...she REALLY hates me. And there's that chick out in California who just loves to hate me.
I'm not talking about the kind of hate like, we had a fight, things got ugly, but we're adults and we're over it, kinda of hate. I'm talking like, irrational, unending, uninstigated hate. Those are the haters that make me laugh the most. I don't find fighting with friends or things going ugly very funny. That shit makes me really sad, actually. But those haters boy...I just can't help but giggle.
I'm writing this in between go-backs with this idiot girl in California who hates me. I commented on a friend's FB status after her and while I made no reference to her comment, I just knew deep in my psychic bones that she was gonna HAVE to say something to me. And I was right. Of course, I'm responding only with telling her how right she is, which only serves to make her more and more insane.
Ah, there's that tell-tale "Facebook (1)" on my homepage tabs...it seems I have another message...let me check...yup...there's another... How I wish I had the patience to copy and paste the little conversation here...maybe I will in a bit. Right now I have to manage some laundry, a sleeping baby, and a trip to the store for some essentials.
Hate on, Haters!!!
Mwuahahahahahahahahaha!!!