| Sorry it's long, but I have a lot of hate for the bitch.. |
[14 Feb 2003|01:57pm] |
note: I'm writing this solely because I can, and only to hurt your feelings. Before I start, lets get three things straight:
(1) I didn't write the "go get a gun, already" comment, it was someone else. You need proof? Check the god damned IP address. I assure you that mine is different.
(2) Even though I didn't write it, I thought it was fucking hilarious; I thought it was hilarious because I agreed with it. You should steal your parents money and go buy a gun, especially since you don't seem to care about living anyway. Not to mention the fact that Wilcox as a whole would look about 300% better without you in it.
(3) I will always be better than you because, (A) My punctuation skills are far more advanced than yours, (B) Your drawings look like shit, mine on the other hand don't: I currently have 2 graphite, 2 scratch board, and possibly one acrylic up for review for next months Triton Student of the Arts exhibit, and (C) I don't look like a drugged-out uber-dyke with a need for some cheap sex and a new razor (too classy to buy one from Safeway, you have to go to the art store and hide them from your parents, eh?)... hmmm, one more: (D) Even though I have been in therapy, and group therapy, I've never been considered fucked up enough to belong in one of the low class mental institutions. Odds are they put you there because you drove yourself crazy by looking into a mirror and trying to figure out exactly what on your body IS desirable.
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First of all, I don't talk shit about you other than the one thing I can back up...
I seem to remember stories such as, "Didi, you know that chick who is using David?" and "Oh, I know Didi, she's such a slut.", you may not remember them, but I also remember friends coming up to me and telling me that some ugly ass slut was saying that I was a bitch while ‘they’ were sitting safely with ‘their’ friends. If you care to deny it, go talk to people who all had the pleasure of sitting near by you listening to your endless fountain of whines and “oh why doesn‘t he want meeeeee, it can‘t be because I look like I NEED someone to accidentally run me over 11 times in order to improve my general appearance!!”.. Now, tell me you didn't do it so I can laugh in your face. I'm the slut?, excuse me? WHO is it that keeps trying to hook up with anyone who has a penis? I'll help you out Sesame Street style, V-A-N-E-S-S-A spells Vanessa..
And that's that you look like a chipmunk fucked a Chihuahua. Oh, lets resort to petty name calling (note: you may want to add "Can come up with far more creative insults" to my list of why I am better than you.) you're one to talk, calling me a chipmunk-crossed-with-a-Chihuahua... cute. A friend of mine once referred to you as the "Baboon looking one," I prefer to refer to you as the "one who looks like the clown took a little too much acid before fucking the neighborhood pig," silly you, calling ME names? I'll buy you a mirror, but odds are you'd throw it away after realizing God played a great joke on you: it's called your face. You are skanky, you smell RANK. I figured out why you look like you're going to cry all the time, you crawled out of your trailer park, came to school, tried to find a friend but couldn't find a loser big enough to make you look cool, I mean, COME ON!!! Even Bradford Wong is cooler than you, and EVERYONE thinks he's just a little off kilter. Calling ME the offspring of a Chihuahua and a chipmunk (it is creative, I'll give you that), you need your head checked, dearie; you look like you DESERVE an enema, you look like you DESERVE to get herpes. Maybe if you brushed your hair you'd be more attractive... better yet, shave the shit off. The grunge look is dead just like your darling Kurt Cobain; you didn't fucking know him so don't act like you do. I like to say I have never met the offspring of a hunchback and a dead retarded field mouse, but now, THANK GOD, I can say I have. You look like you have downs syndrome when you talk, your ass is huge, you're fat, and (I know I've said it before, but to avoid misinterpretation--which you happen to excel at--I'll say it again:) YOU'RE FUCKING UGLY!
Second of all, there are only two people in our group who really like you, and that's why I just don't understand why the fuck you have to hang out with us.
Learn to count you cunt, there are far more than two. I don't hang out with YOU, I hang out with people I know, people whom I have known for quite some time. Plus, I don't want to leave; I love making you uncomfortable, makes my day better. I'm a nice person, I don't have to sit and claim ownership of a wall to feel content in life-- I know where my friends are, I know where I can go if I don't feel like seeing you're skank ass. Sometimes, though, I do go over there just for an ego boost, seeing you makes me feel like a supermodel in comparison to the homeless girl you seem to like to look like. Once, I saw you sitting there, I almost put a penny in your soda can, but then I decided you weren't worth half a cent and I moved on.
And... You thought we were on ok terms?
Actually, I did. You gave me that impression, you acted like it was ok once the situation was explained.
Really now?
When the fuck did that happen? Yesterday, I believe.
No.. I'd really like to know.
I do hate you now.
That's nice, how long did it take you to come up with a simple sentence? I'm guessing an hour.
I didn't before.
As I said, "you gave me that impression,"
Believe me - I didn't before.
But I do now.
Redundant. Wait, maybe you had to repeat it so that you KNEW that was what you really typed, since we all know how easy it is for you to get confused, small brain and all....
So, ok. ok?
I'll take your second advice (since your first advice was "go buy a gun already", and I don't want to give you that pleasure):
I didn't make that suggestion, check the IP's. Before you jump to conclusions (which may very well be your only talent aside from sucking cock, being someone's fuck-buddy, looking like the local downer, AND -ooo, oxford comma- looking like a drunken circus bear meets the half-aborted elephant-seal that no one had the heart to put down, since it was so cute after all with its flabby stomach and huge ass.
Leave
Fuck off
Crawl in a hole and die
Etc.
Happy?
Yes, very. You gave me a reason to name one of my shits after someone--you. I hope that when you grow up and have kids they end up just like you: ugly, be ridden with misplaced angst, and stinky-- trust me, I know stinky, I‘ve sat next to Indian Cab drivers, they smell like roses in comparison to your Scheizer loving, golden shower receiving ass.
At least when I finally do crawl into my hole, I’ll be away from your almost-worthy-of-humping-cadavers, let’s-all-go-fuck-a-Baboon-skanky-smelling-ass.
I’d like to say “Regards” or something snappy... But I prefer the classic finisher:
Have a nice day,
Love,
Your faithful Chipmunk-crossed-with-a-Chihuahua looking pal.
PS- had I the money, I'd probably loan you some so you could by some clothes in places other than GoodWill, considering that no one likes to feel the sudden urge to vomit out of every orifice after looking at someone. I can't believe people have actually had sex with you, they must have either been really desperate or REALLY strung out on some strong ass shit.
You want to come and kick my ass for publicly humiliating you, go right ahead. The one reason people haven’t gotten in your face about anything yet is because they like knowing that there’s at least one person who looks shittier than they do on a regular basis, even. Well I say “Bring It”, you wanna kick my ass? Go for it, come up to me and slap me (or scratch me, since forming your hands into fists is beyond your comprehension), I welcome the opportunity to make you look you don’t just talk shit. I may be small, but I could kick your ass, albeit I would have to wear a HazMat suit to protect myself from your toxic B.O.
.... I hate you Vanessa, you fucking bitch.
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