I was rudely awakened by banging on our front door. A roofer who is roofing a house four houses down wanted to ask the owner of this house if we are interested in roofing our house. I, kindly and bleary-eyed, tell him I'm not the owner of the house. He asked if the owner of the house is home and I politely say, "No."
So yesterday I was up for about 28 hours with no sleep. I pass out around 8:30 pm. I sleep for roughly 14 hours.
I was ticked off yesterday. I mean I didn't really react to the veiled insults for over 3 months. However, considering that recently in my fantasy larp I have been larping about being a mother to miracle children, you really ticked me off by calling me a 'chihuahua' to a pin about a paper craft for 5 year olds. Then I went off on you in asshat fashion. And then you wouldn't stop. You started telling me that you stole my husband and have a son with him. And I was like, girl, real men can't be stolen. You have a little b*tch instead.
And then I had to let the public know that most of my personal items were stolen by thieves, including a plaque from my supposed husband. The plaque was to his beloved wife.
First of all, I don't know who my husband was, but frankly I don't give a rat's ass if he left me for a ho. I don't give a damn. So stop sweatin' me, bitch.
As far I'm concerned, I only have eyes for BOO and my ass is engaged to him. Bitch, you may be well done, but bitch I'm RARE.
KISS MY VERY BLACK ASS