So, as I prepare to skip work early, I’m fucking inspired. Inspired to write a new blog. I recently set out to write at a more consistent basis, however, after moving on NYEve, I’ve literally had other shit on my plate.
However, as I was MyFacing the internet today, I ran across an old enemy. Now, anyone who knows me, knows I hold grudges like Michael Jackson holds children, which would be tenderly till the day I die. Most people feel I am just a petty individual, which in turn I respond “I know I am, but what are you?”, then I just confuse myself and move on…. I do feel though, that this grudge that I hold is justified. Story time.
Once upon I lived with a whore. A very tall whore, we’ll call her Stilts, whom I once adored as a dear friend, if not sister. One day Stilts met an even worse and coniving hillbilly whore from Michigan City, go figure. We’ll call her Jacque’s Waste Of Time. The Little sneaky whore aka J.W.O.T. (Lmao, is that J-Woww’s cousin?) was somehow able to brainwash Stilts, and we’ll just say that my sister died that day. Meanwhile, Stilts’ mother, whom I also adored quite dearly, obviously sides with Stilts (which is natural) when it came down to J-Wot’s make believe stories about myself… I soon receive a Myspace message from Stilts’ mother stating a lot of lame bullshit, which included her wishing that my baby’s mother would “miscarry”…. Aha, see, I’m not TOTALLY petty right? Not only did she wish death on a child, but my child. Ironically enough, probably a year prior to this, her own “grand-daughter” was purposely “mis-carried” by none other than Stilts herself. Again, go figure. Cuz you see, if anybody knows me, they know that you just can’t come at me like that without serious backlashes awaiting you. Unfortunately, I had so much going on that I couldn’t attend to the issue in a swift manner. For nights, I dreamed about being ridiculous with ideas, such as, “miscarrying” their dog (I think my hate for animals is far superior than my lust for Sara McLachlan).
My point is… REALLY? Even if I HAD done what they had blamed me for, you hope my unborn child doesn’t survive a pregnancy? Seems a bit much… Especially for an individual who had a funeral service for a fucking dog? But be that as it may, my beautiful daughter is 2 going on 3 now. She can already say “Fuck Gale” with distinct clarity and inherited animosity. Funny thing is, the “baby’s mother” in question, cried about the statement for days, talked a bunch shit about Stilts AND her mother, yet had some kind of luncheon with Stilts to which my daughter attended. I guess they needed proof in AZ that hippie magic no longer works….. Whatever. Venting is fun. Its like fingering a virgin. Speaking of which, big shout out to Tommy Cartwright.
Nuff Said