[Begin Childish Rant]
To my sister in law:
I would like to say Piss Off.
Andi came home today (we'd already been bickering while he was on his way home) and I wasn't very happy at all. There were a number of things I wasn't happy about. Just unhappy and disgruntled in general. I'm cooking dinner. Then he says "were you on myspace today?" I said yes. I was. He said "did you look at Megan's Myspace page?" And I said no. I knew automatically: She's pregnant.
Needless to say, I grabbed the nearest item (a full bottle of Pepto Bismol) and chunked it as hard as I could. I hope I like the big fat pink stain on my kitchen floor. I locked myself in the bathroom for a while. I was so mad I couldn't see straight. My hands are still a little numb from hitting the walls so many times so hard.
Fucking piss off you bitch!
I mean...she got pregnant the first time she f*cked Andi's brother when she was a 17 year old slut at some party and got drunk and had sex with some random guy who happened to be Andi's (older) brother. Now she's 22 with a 4 year old. And why is it that they just started "trying" last month and she gets pregnant the first time? I'd been off birth control for 10 months before I got pregnant this last time, and we all know how that ended. Not to mention the fact that Andi and I had unprotected sex for nearly 2 years before I got pregnant with Adrien. You see where this is headed, I'm sure.
I hope her baby is ugly and I hope she gets fat. She's a fuckin' aerobics instructor -- this is the one I refer to as Aerobics Barbie. This time around, she better get effin' stretch marks.
Oh, and I also hope she gets a fourth degree tear in delivery.
Piss the fuck off.
[End childish rant]
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Piss off
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2 comments:
Wow..that is shitty. Are you friends with her? I am sorry you have to deal with crap like that. I am sure that this is the last thing you wanted to hear. Bullocks...
I hope her baby is ugly and I hope she gets fat. She's a fuckin' aerobics instructor -- this is the one I refer to as Aerobics Barbie. This time around, she better get effin' stretch marks.
Oh, and I also hope she gets a fourth degree tear in delivery.
I don't care what a person does to you, comments like that are bitchy and uncalled for. (Then again, so are most of your entries.) Karma is a bitch, my friend, and it comes back to bite you in the ass. Maybe if you looked at the POSITIVE side of life, rather than bitching nonstop 'OH WHOA IS ME', life wouldn't seem so bad. Are you happy about ANYTHING? DAMN.
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