Showing posts with label skanky whore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skanky whore. Show all posts

Friday, September 21, 2007

I thought I was done with this....

Dammit. Why don't some people just learn their lesson? Does it take a brain surgeon? No. It's plain and simple: STFU and GOML (Get off my lawn). Let me tell you something, Angela. You're the worst fucking mistake I've ever made in my entire life. Being your friend was just a waste of 7 years of my life. You SORRY PATHETIC SACK OF SHIT!!! How DARE you come to my office and think you can fucking intimidate me? I can't be intimidated by anyone especially a lower life form like you. You make me sick to even look at any more. Godammit woman I will break you. You think I won't say it to your face? Bullshit. I told you take you skanky trashy friends and GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME. I'm done with you. I should have fucked you and forgotten you, but I didn't. I actually did care for you at one time, but no longer. You became someone else. Someone I simply detest to the core of my being.

And if you do not leave me the fuck alone, I will make you miserable. You've yet to feel my rage, so back the fuck off. I've had it. I won't let you interfere with my life, my job, or my family any longer. Take a hike you slut. I'm going to take a brillo pad to my brain to erase the memory of you. You sorry waste of DNA. You silly little girl who thinks I'm easily cowed. I've taken down bigger fish than you. And speaking of fish, what's the rotten smell? I just don't know why anyone would want to hit that now? Although I'm sure it's been all over the town this year. I figure in a few weeks you'll be selling it on ebay or craigslist. I hope no one is stupid enough to pay for it though, it's not that good.

Seven years I cared for you as a friend and this is the thanks I get. One time I'm not at your beck and call and you throw shit at me like you did? You cannot fathom the depth of my anger. You cannot imagine the hatred and sadness I feel for you. You are so deluded it's a joke. You've got your head so far up Brett and Juliana and Kent's asses it's a wonder you can breathe. Have fun up there. One of these days they will shit you out like you did to me and then you'll be where you like it least. ALONE.


Get it bitch? ALONE. The one thing you hate more than anything. So fuck you and your solitary life, stay away from me and my family and go to hell.

Monday, September 17, 2007

An Open Letter to Angela

Dear Angela,

I know you won't ever read this, but who cares. I'm venting to your sorry ass anyway. I've never met such a superficial, trashy lying hypocrite in my entire life. How dare you think you can snipe at me through a text message and think I won't retaliate. Please, you've not been at this game long enough to know my anger. And I thought we were 'best friends'. You wouldn't know a best friend if you came up and bit you on that flat ass of yours. That lie there broke my from any feeling I had for you. Period. You got new friends who are just pitiful reminders of the fact that most of WNC is still redneck trash.

Let me break it down for you simply:

I knew you were lying about the cigarettes the minute you said they were Brett's. No one smokes those kinds of Camels I saw at your place and then goes to Marlboro MENTHOLS. Are you kidding me? I'm not an idiot.

Triple D's? I think not. My wife's a 40E and both your tiny ones put together wouldn't make one of hers. Quit fooling yourself.

Wanna talk about trust? Wanna know why I didn't bring you to my family? Because I knew you were nothing but trash and trouble from the minute you started hanging out with 'those people'. You became an entirely different, and completely TYPICAL person. And that made you less of who I knew and cared about. Much less.

Soulmates? When did soulmates run out the first time things didn't happen exactly as planned? I was sick and tired of catering to your sorry ass on Saturday which is why I didn't call or text you. Not to mention I was actually sick. Of course you blow up and think otherwise.

Boyfriends? Yeah I figured as much you skanky whore. I knew I wasn't the only one tagging that nasty gash of yours. Freaking skank. I don't know what's happened to you, but I liked the old Angela much, much better. This one is psychotic. Maybe it's a midlife crisis, maybe not. The only thing I know is, you're not you. You think you are, but you're not. And this new you is disgusting to me.

What's really sad is we spent 7 years as really good friends. Best friends at least from my point of view. And you barf it all up like a hairball. I don't get that, but then I don't get this 'new and Trashy you'. Personally, I stopped caring for you and about you a while back. And now that I've vented I can say this with utmost sincerity:

YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS CAN SOD THE FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!