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Skitzo Manners

richard — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 17:52:39 +0000

I wonder if anyones ever gotten really mad at a schizophrenic and rhetorically shouted “Who do you think you are!?” but then received a really bizarre response that revealed the person was mentally ill. I bet that person in my imaginary hypothetical instance would feel like a dick.

Priceless moments with Classes bitches

richard — Sun, 17 Oct 2010 04:49:19 +0000

Getting bitched at on the phone for [in her mind] showing interest in girl A and then being “all over” (including public breast cuppage) girl B at a club tonight: 5 minutes.

The fact that I haven’t even left my house for the night yet: Priceless.

There are some things money can’t buy. and dry deliveries of “With all due respect, Madam, I believe your source is mistaken, considering I’ve been watching 30 Rock on Hulu in my room for the past 4 hours” is one of them.

I wonder if it will be this funny when I’m falsely accused of rape.

UPDATE: she called back and continued to scold me for making her friends not like me (ie: existing) because then they wouldn’t do things like this. her friend admitted she lied about me cuz she doesnt like me and she doesnt like girl B so she figured why not kill 2 birds, yet i’m still the bad guy somehow. what ever happened to “i’m sorry?”.

UPDATE: UPDATE: ice cream party it is! she thinks im meeting her some place even though i didnt say i would (its one of those power-move things where these bitches try to exert dominance) and we had the following text back-and-forth:

HER: do u know …how to get where ur going?
ME: yes
HER: good
HER: lol
ME: what was funny?
HER: nuthin. so do u have any questions?
ME: ya. do you know what you and this pint of Cherry Garcia have in common?
HER: ??? lol. we’re sweet??
ME: i’m about to be done with both of you in a few minutes and toss you in the trash.

*BLOCKED*
=)

UPDATE: Facebook weighs in…

Chicks dont stop calling

richard — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 19:32:31 +0000

looks like somebody misses me… again… (and yes i file my ex’s with “EX -” before their name so they cant ambush me).

dont feel bad for her. she was a cheating cokewhore. Shortly afterward Mel Gibson called wanting his crazy back.

Crazy bitches

richard — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 23:32:57 +0000

For those of you not friends with me on Facebook, here’s the kind of stuff you miss out on:

actually just literally said “you’re SO fucking crazy, you crazy fucking bitch” out loud at my phone after hanging up with this girl who i hope isn’t reading this due to my successful facebook privacy tinkering (but i probably failed. idk. whatever. she’s gonna hear it from me sooner or later and the sand in that hour … glass is gettin fkkn LOW).

to be clear: i tell the bitch she’s crazy every 10 seconds. im postponing saying it in a “i’m blocking you from all forms of contacting me” way. she’ll never learn if i give the “fuck off” right away. she’s got to hear what is wrong with her a bunch of times so when i do finally say fuck off she cant play the “but i didnt know i was doing crazy ass insane annoying bullshit” act and i dont get the bad karma.

Bitches be crazy: Myspace edition

richard — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:13:55 +0000

My status yesterday read how I thought it was adorable how Myspace keeps rolling out efforts to remain relevant. This Tracie chick, commented among others who made sense in their reactions by saying “not me”. Not me?… So.. she doesn’t think its adorable that Myspace wants to be a relevant website? mmm – I commented inquiring confirmation or clarity. Instead of doing either, she replied with.. eh.. I dont even know what the fuck this is.

The first one is the most recent, so read bottom-to-top:

Then, a few minutes later, she sends this message to me through the regular personal message mail:

She didn’t delete me though, as the following day she let me know that all these messages were just sent in a drunken haze after her and a girlfriend had a few too many while (I assume) using a double sided D together surfing my Myspic pics. So that’s cool. nothin wrong with drunk-spacing.

UPDATE: Tracie turns out to be a pretty decent lady. biased cuz she’s a richardland fan? maybe. but what else does a human need to be cool? eh-nuthinnn. thatz wut.

Sometimes crazy bitches call me at 2AM

richard — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 20:37:37 +0000

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.