Bitter, Angry, and Latina. (Owl to Cox)

Sep 20, 2007 01:20

Really, how was this a hard concept? You call someone old, you disappear for a month with some lame ass excuse, and you generally behave like a raging jackass, you have the decency to either apologize or die in a fire.

Cox, apparently, felt he was above common courtesy. Bastard.

Not that Carla cared. She didn't. Whatever.

All that not caring caught up with her one night, though. Over her second glass of wine, she decided that it was high time she gave Perry a piece of her mind. And, possibly, later, a piece of her foot up his ass.

But first her mind.



Dr. High-And-Mighty, Say-Shit-And-Then-Run, Too-Good-For-The-Rest-Of-Us Cox,

I'm aware that you think that the entire world revolves around your tiny pin head, but in case you have, at any point and time, noticed that there are, in fact, other people here, I thought I'd inform you that you and I? Are done.

Not only did you insult me, but then you ignored me. Which, hey, normally I'd be fine with. But you spent the month before that playing Swiss Family freaking Robinson and then the time before that making me think you were in love with me, which makes what's happening now something I don't feel like putting up with.

So keep your big Irish ass away from me, doctor, and we'll be just fine.

-Carla

owl, carla espinosa, perry cox

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