Dear Motherfucker Who Broke Into My Car (in the middle of broad fucking daylight, no less);
Thank you. Just when I begin to think that things might be looking up, that maybe I might not be as financially insecure as I had feared, that maybe I am actually a good person who will perhaps have some good fortune--you come along and take me down a peg (or seven). You know, I happen to work very hard to earn the money I need to live--when I get enough extra to buy things for myself, I fucking deserve it. You, however, walking by with an undeserved sense of entitlement, seem to think it acceptable behavior to simply help yourself to whatever you fucking please. How about getting a job? Clearly you need some cash, since you thought it necessary to take my entire ashtray full of pennies and dimes (not just the money, mind you--the entire fucking ashtray). You know what? Keep the CD player. I'm sure you need a new one for your stolen car anyhow. However, I would really appreciate the safe return of my iPod--that thing was my baby and fuck you for taking away my music. Fuck you for taking my book of burnt CDs, it was a gift from someone very dear to me that I will likely never see again. Fuck you for taking my cheap but sentimentally valuable rings, I hope you try to pawn the fake diamonds and get laughed out of the shop for being a fucking loser. Fuck you for stealing the belated birthday gift I'd been so excited to give to a girlfriend who'd probably given up on getting one, since I'd only been able to afford it recently. Fuck you for invading my space and leaving me with this wretched feeling of violation. Fuck you and everyone like you who just takes shit from people without considering that maybe there's a really good person you're fucking over. I hope that one day, something you really care about gets taken from you and you can't do shit about it. I don't give a shit about how illegal it was; that was my fucking stuff, you son of a bitch. I hope the karma is worth the couple hundred dollars you get selling it off. I bet your friends think you're totally tough and badass. However, you are a lowlife coward, and if I had you alone in a room for two minutes, I would make you cry like the little bitch you are. Most of all, I hope you writhe in the fiery pits of hell for all eternity for being a filthy scumbag loser. You are the worst of humanity. Who the fuck do you think you are?
Love,
Rexa.
Thank you. Just when I begin to think that things might be looking up, that maybe I might not be as financially insecure as I had feared, that maybe I am actually a good person who will perhaps have some good fortune--you come along and take me down a peg (or seven). You know, I happen to work very hard to earn the money I need to live--when I get enough extra to buy things for myself, I fucking deserve it. You, however, walking by with an undeserved sense of entitlement, seem to think it acceptable behavior to simply help yourself to whatever you fucking please. How about getting a job? Clearly you need some cash, since you thought it necessary to take my entire ashtray full of pennies and dimes (not just the money, mind you--the entire fucking ashtray). You know what? Keep the CD player. I'm sure you need a new one for your stolen car anyhow. However, I would really appreciate the safe return of my iPod--that thing was my baby and fuck you for taking away my music. Fuck you for taking my book of burnt CDs, it was a gift from someone very dear to me that I will likely never see again. Fuck you for taking my cheap but sentimentally valuable rings, I hope you try to pawn the fake diamonds and get laughed out of the shop for being a fucking loser. Fuck you for stealing the belated birthday gift I'd been so excited to give to a girlfriend who'd probably given up on getting one, since I'd only been able to afford it recently. Fuck you for invading my space and leaving me with this wretched feeling of violation. Fuck you and everyone like you who just takes shit from people without considering that maybe there's a really good person you're fucking over. I hope that one day, something you really care about gets taken from you and you can't do shit about it. I don't give a shit about how illegal it was; that was my fucking stuff, you son of a bitch. I hope the karma is worth the couple hundred dollars you get selling it off. I bet your friends think you're totally tough and badass. However, you are a lowlife coward, and if I had you alone in a room for two minutes, I would make you cry like the little bitch you are. Most of all, I hope you writhe in the fiery pits of hell for all eternity for being a filthy scumbag loser. You are the worst of humanity. Who the fuck do you think you are?
Love,
Rexa.
brotherofmetal:
He didn't take the space-men did he?!
ban:
I hate thieves.But I like how you talk when your pissed the guy will get his.