Squee! I'm a bitch. One that breathes fire and eats babies, apparently. This is according to my ever-critical long-time-ago ex from hell... via one of our mutual friends. Again.
I wonder how many times I need to flush before he goes away?
I've turned my annoyance into amusement with this... and so I'll vent on him with an abnormal amount of enthusiasm:
Ta da!
It must be so glamorous cleaning shit off of grown men in a mental ward after being unemployed and leeching off of other people since birth... even though you claim this wonderful and luxerious lifestyle. At 26, one would think that you would at least have had one other job that lasted for more than a month and actually paid (we won't mention the fabulous internship that you blew, moron).
What a wonderful level of independence! Your parents own your house and support you fully. Yet, you can't treat them with one ounce of respect and if they saw how you've trashed that place (from what I hear), you'd be in a gutter.
What responsibility! You have a child on this Earth, and yet you can't even send an email to ask how he is.. or God forbid, send a birthday card once a fucking year. No matter. He doesn't need to know you. You're substandard in all ways and I'll save it until he's older to admit that I went slumming when I was younger.
How honest! It must be so wonderful trying to lie to every person in your life and then cover those lies with more bullshit until those dull blue eyes have turned murky brown. It amuses me how I'm friends, on whatever level, with nearly every one of your exgirlfriends because they always end up coming to me to ask the truth about "what happened" and why you talk about me still. It makes me laugh that normally after talking to me, they see you for the lying asswad that you really are.
And why, exactly, do you even still bother talking about me? It's been 6 years since I left you! Move on!
In closing,
You're a waste of human flesh. And last time I had the displeasure, you were still a clammy-handed moron in bed who wouldn't know what to do with pussy if it smacked him in the face.
Your only acheivement, in 26 years, is that you created a new life.
So you fathered a child? I bet some of those 'tards who's asses you wipe for a living have too.
There's your obnoxious bitch. I hope you enjoyed it.
I wonder how many times I need to flush before he goes away?
I've turned my annoyance into amusement with this... and so I'll vent on him with an abnormal amount of enthusiasm:
Ta da!
It must be so glamorous cleaning shit off of grown men in a mental ward after being unemployed and leeching off of other people since birth... even though you claim this wonderful and luxerious lifestyle. At 26, one would think that you would at least have had one other job that lasted for more than a month and actually paid (we won't mention the fabulous internship that you blew, moron).
What a wonderful level of independence! Your parents own your house and support you fully. Yet, you can't treat them with one ounce of respect and if they saw how you've trashed that place (from what I hear), you'd be in a gutter.
What responsibility! You have a child on this Earth, and yet you can't even send an email to ask how he is.. or God forbid, send a birthday card once a fucking year. No matter. He doesn't need to know you. You're substandard in all ways and I'll save it until he's older to admit that I went slumming when I was younger.
How honest! It must be so wonderful trying to lie to every person in your life and then cover those lies with more bullshit until those dull blue eyes have turned murky brown. It amuses me how I'm friends, on whatever level, with nearly every one of your exgirlfriends because they always end up coming to me to ask the truth about "what happened" and why you talk about me still. It makes me laugh that normally after talking to me, they see you for the lying asswad that you really are.
And why, exactly, do you even still bother talking about me? It's been 6 years since I left you! Move on!
In closing,
You're a waste of human flesh. And last time I had the displeasure, you were still a clammy-handed moron in bed who wouldn't know what to do with pussy if it smacked him in the face.
Your only acheivement, in 26 years, is that you created a new life.
So you fathered a child? I bet some of those 'tards who's asses you wipe for a living have too.
There's your obnoxious bitch. I hope you enjoyed it.