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By Misti Date: 2005 Jun 17 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.17.02.24.14927]] |
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go on, little dude. go on, little man. I double dog dare ya to put me in a box. put me in the psycho box put me in the bitch box put me in the white trash no tact no class box you have thrown your stones for over a year now. give up the ghost. I am gone and you are glad. I do not regret you. Because of you I am happier than I have ever been in my life. I'm pissed off now because you will not leave me the fuck alone and you are just another annoyance in my broke ass no job no credit no mommy and daddy to help me out life. But I am happy. I am with a man who does not manipulate or play games or tired roles or say now now little girl you better behave. I am a slave no more. Praise Beezlebub I am free at last. you and your beloved send me an e-mail telling me who I am and why I should be ashamed. I am not ashamed. I will not be blamed for your gripes, bitches or guilt trips. You block e-mail from my husband in which he tells you to leave me alone. You are the king of the Last Word. You are a liar. You are a coward. But good for you, you have lost hundreds of pounds. Does Richard Simmons know? Buy your fiancee big shiny diamonds and make her happy. Keep taking her new exciting places. Buy her a bigger house. Build her a grape arbor in the backyard. May she be happier with you than I ever was. Go forth and prosper/multiply/fry that bacon up in a big motherfucking pan. You had my good wishes and sorrow and guilt for putting you through too much. Now you have my hatred. That will go soon, pale and inconsequential as you are. Thank you for absolutely nothing. Go on, mosquito. Draw some more blood. |