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I came home early from work today. I believe I might have a virus that's been going around. With a little rest, I should be back to normal pretty soon.
But there's nothing I love more than coming home to find little comments left by little shit stains on the face of the earth. This shit stain has a name though.
Dear shinkyoku
I really do like the comment you left me in reponse to this entry made a while back. What I love more is the fact that you were coward enough to delete it. You silly little bitch. ♥ Aren't you a little old for games? You've only proven that you're as much of a retard as I thought you were and that you're apparently scavenging my journal for little morsels to clue you in on whatever the Hell it is you're trying to find out. I still have the e-mail you sent me. Should I post that too to demonstrate how petty and pathetic you are? The next time you want to harm yourself, call me. I'll loop the rope, rig it on the ceiling, and kick the chair from beneath your feet myself. With pleasure. It would be all too satisfying.
Truly, you don't really want to fuck with me. I can get in your head and say things that will destroy you in the long run. While your little monkey of a "boyfriend" runs around inspiring guilt trips on your behalf, I'll be right here waiting for you. Want to blame your bullshit on PMS? Do so. I'll glady tear out your uterus and make you choke on it.
Don't fuck with Aurora. Don't fuck with Sid. Don't fuck with me.
But there's nothing I love more than coming home to find little comments left by little shit stains on the face of the earth. This shit stain has a name though.
Dear shinkyoku
I really do like the comment you left me in reponse to this entry made a while back. What I love more is the fact that you were coward enough to delete it. You silly little bitch. ♥ Aren't you a little old for games? You've only proven that you're as much of a retard as I thought you were and that you're apparently scavenging my journal for little morsels to clue you in on whatever the Hell it is you're trying to find out. I still have the e-mail you sent me. Should I post that too to demonstrate how petty and pathetic you are? The next time you want to harm yourself, call me. I'll loop the rope, rig it on the ceiling, and kick the chair from beneath your feet myself. With pleasure. It would be all too satisfying.
Truly, you don't really want to fuck with me. I can get in your head and say things that will destroy you in the long run. While your little monkey of a "boyfriend" runs around inspiring guilt trips on your behalf, I'll be right here waiting for you. Want to blame your bullshit on PMS? Do so. I'll glady tear out your uterus and make you choke on it.
Don't fuck with Aurora. Don't fuck with Sid. Don't fuck with me.