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.




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