Archive for August, 2008

Oops, its Sunday, gotta go to bed instead of doin stuff

Sunday, August 31st, 2008

New addition to my things i like list: being annoyed that its been 4 days since you recieved prompt payment for your ebay auction item and you really need to mail it to the buyer tomorrow, except - ap! - tomorrow’s sah-sah-sunnnndayyyyyy. wooot wooot. hollaaaaa. I ain mailin shhhhheeeit tomorrow bitchezzzz. Thank God (the Christian/real one) for creating America so I don gotta mail nothinz.

Night suckers! I’m jumpin into bed without a speedbump in my way.

Sometimes crazy bitches call me at 2AM

Monday, August 4th, 2008

I was using a number that used to be mine but currently isn’t while talking to a friend so I clicked over a beep only to hear a voice ask the always retarded question “do you know who this is?”. So of course they were hung up on. Since I had nothing to lose I called the number back when I was done with my call and asked what they wanted. When they played the “do you know who this is? who is THIS? is this Richard?” game they got dumped again, but called back. Enraged.

This psycho started screaming, much to my amusement, that “you fukkin lied Richard! you fukkin LIED TA ME!” for a good 30 seconds. It was. AWESOME. I had to hang up on her before too long just to let them know that such inappropriate outbursts can’t be rewarded, but it was fun while it lasted.

The list of who it could be is blank since I haven’t lied to anyone since middle school, so who knows. This freak sure thinks I did though. Wonder how the rest of her night went…

UPDATE: I looked up the number and its an actual crazy person. Not a moody snotty girl from LA like i’d assumed - an actually clinically unstable girl from the midwest who suffers from mood swings (aka being a bitch for no reason) and frequent depression over the fact that she is frequently used as a human condom by skeezy guys who like fat chicks (yes, she’s actually morbidly obeise) and then throw her away. Sad actually. Don’t know what she thinks she was lied to about, but like her, it doesn’t matter.

I’m so over this

Friday, August 1st, 2008

Months ago this girl was driving me back home from the airport and kept saying “I’m over it!” when referencing things in stories she told during the drive. I commented on the phrase and she noted how its her new thing. Through the context and course of the conversation, I was led to believe that this phrase was unique to this person.

Thus you can imagine my dismay, when later I would come to hear it everywhere. Amongst other sothern california girls, on myspace, on tv.

I was misled. and betrayed.

So naturally I killed the bitch.
No one misses her.


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