Dreads are way better than Jackie's pubey mess of a hairdo.
Haley is such a treasure trove of random, unwelcome knowledge. Just a few minutes ago she came up to me after I walked through the kitchen going on about how incomplete I felt without my dreads anymore. She told me she had some secret information regarding Mrs. Kennedy's and my hair. And now, I will cut this for ranting.
For those not in the know, Mrs. Kennedy is this dumb bitch that I've had the misfortune of being acquainted with during my 5 year relationship with Andrew. She's his mum basically. And she's also the most rude, judgmental, gossipy, faghag fossil of a whore that I've EVER met. She's been known for pulling stunts like aiding in getting a teacher fired for catching and reprimanding her friend's lardass son who plagiarized an entire paper, speaking horrid things about some of the kindest people you'll ever meet, spreading rumors, etc. So really, how could one NOT expect her to have some sort of issue with everyone?
But seriously, I want to punch everyone in the face that has ever said anything horrible about my dreads. Not because they were so amazing, because really they were still awkward babies and not the most well-preened or attractive things. Dreads are just so beautiful to me. And usually the people who wear them are even more beautiful, personality-wise. They require tons of maintenance and care and totally just become one with the person they belong to. I loved mine more than I can say. When people say such horrible, ignorant things about HAIR, first off it makes them look like superficial fucktards, and it is so incredibly disrespectful and hurtful to the person being teased. SO horrible.
Well this women, who holds herself above everyone else and openly proclaims her Christian faith, goes behind my back to my mum and tells her that with my precious dreadbabies I embarrass her in public and she refuses to take me anywhere anymore. What a jerk. This coming from the woman who when we went to Ireland, she dramatically complained about her fish dinner (which I tried and thought tasted great) to everyone at the table before telling the wait staff that "the fish tasted bad. I want something else." I weep for you Mrs. Jackie Kennedy. Not because you hurt me, but because you live such a pathetic existence. I can only hope that one day you will be able to rise above your pompous, self-righteousness and be able to live up to the Christian ways you so fervently speak of. It was high time I cut this mess of a human out of my life. Thanks for the kick in the pants, Haley. I'm moving on.
Moral of the story, mean people suck. Loving is so much more fun!
For those not in the know, Mrs. Kennedy is this dumb bitch that I've had the misfortune of being acquainted with during my 5 year relationship with Andrew. She's his mum basically. And she's also the most rude, judgmental, gossipy, faghag fossil of a whore that I've EVER met. She's been known for pulling stunts like aiding in getting a teacher fired for catching and reprimanding her friend's lardass son who plagiarized an entire paper, speaking horrid things about some of the kindest people you'll ever meet, spreading rumors, etc. So really, how could one NOT expect her to have some sort of issue with everyone?
But seriously, I want to punch everyone in the face that has ever said anything horrible about my dreads. Not because they were so amazing, because really they were still awkward babies and not the most well-preened or attractive things. Dreads are just so beautiful to me. And usually the people who wear them are even more beautiful, personality-wise. They require tons of maintenance and care and totally just become one with the person they belong to. I loved mine more than I can say. When people say such horrible, ignorant things about HAIR, first off it makes them look like superficial fucktards, and it is so incredibly disrespectful and hurtful to the person being teased. SO horrible.
Well this women, who holds herself above everyone else and openly proclaims her Christian faith, goes behind my back to my mum and tells her that with my precious dreadbabies I embarrass her in public and she refuses to take me anywhere anymore. What a jerk. This coming from the woman who when we went to Ireland, she dramatically complained about her fish dinner (which I tried and thought tasted great) to everyone at the table before telling the wait staff that "the fish tasted bad. I want something else." I weep for you Mrs. Jackie Kennedy. Not because you hurt me, but because you live such a pathetic existence. I can only hope that one day you will be able to rise above your pompous, self-righteousness and be able to live up to the Christian ways you so fervently speak of. It was high time I cut this mess of a human out of my life. Thanks for the kick in the pants, Haley. I'm moving on.
Moral of the story, mean people suck. Loving is so much more fun!