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No, just because I have 4 cats does not mean that our house smells like cat pee. Anyone who has ever been over knows that we're clean people and don't let it get to that point. No, just because you love cats doesn't mean you love for your stuff to stink, or are a stinky person yourself.
Also, do you really think that because you don't like small dogs, assume they are all "yippy" and have no personality, that I'm really going to take into any consideration the fact that you think I should "trade mine in for a big one"?
You're so fucking stupid.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate men? A lot. They are gross, they are perverts, they are full of testosterone, challenges, bets, and sports talk. All the things I hate.
I don't want to hear again about how my purse is ridiculously expensive and how "your wife would NEVER buy a purse that cost that much." In fact, your wife buys all of her purses at Target and then just trashes them, and you love it. WHY DO YOU EVEN THINK THAT IT WOULD EVER CROSS MY MIND TO EVEN PRETEND TO CARE ABOUT WHAT KIND OF PURSE YOUR WIFE BUYS.
If you tell another person about how expensive my purse is, I think I might scream "FUCK YOU!" and punch you in the balls. Seriously.
Yes, I have a purse that cost $625. Yes, that is expensive and I could have bought one for $14.99 at Target. Yes, I like expensive things, and yes I put it on a credit card. Yes, after all the finance charges, it will have cost me $1million, but I don't freaking care. It was a LAMB purse and I wanted it. I make good money and have good credit, and I bought it. John said I should get it and I did. Yes, we are broke most of the time, but we buy ourselves nice things. I'm sure that's none of your business, and I don't have to justify my spending habits to you. So why do you keep bringing it up? As if I'm going to say, "Yes, you're right. This was crazy expensive (which I know), and I don't deserve something this nice. I really don't work hard or get stressed out, and I really don't love Gwen Stefani. I am going to return this, get my money back, and buy a great set of golf clubs. OR, I KNOW! I will go to strip club and spend half that amount on lap dances, drinks, and chicken wings!" If someone asks how much my purse is, I will tell them. They are asking because they want to know. And here's something awesome: if someone wanted to borrow it, I would probably let them. As long as they weren't a dumbass. I'm not pretentious about it - I don't go around flaunting it. It's a beautiful bag and is going to last a long time. I take excellent care of it, and know it's worth. I don't think it's normal to spend that much on a bag, and don't make a habit of it. It is nice having nice things. I know some people won't spend the money and don't need to, and that is awesome. I don't go around trying to convince people that they should be buying expensive purses, so why do you try to tell me that I shouldn't? Just because you don't love your dumb whore of a wife enough to let her have anything nice, is not my problem. If she wanted it, she should be able to get it.
You are so fucking stupid and full of yourself, you dumb asshole. Get over your small-man syndrome and shut your freaking mouth.
You don't know anything about me, or where I'm from, or who I am. You don't know what I like to do, you don't know what I'm capable of. I'm so tired of being picked on for the things I choose to do or to love.
"Why don't you go out to the clubs Liz?" Because they're stupid and I have no interest in mingling with the people who frequent those places.
"Why don't you play golf Liz?" Because golf is for rich assholes with a point to prove.
"Why do you have so many pets Liz?" Because I have a heart, and care more for animals than for most people. Animals have no one to defend them, and if I turned an animal away from my home just because they may pee or poop where they aren't supposed to, then I would be JUST LIKE YOU. A SELFISH, HEARTLESS FUCKER WHO IS SO OBVIOUSLY UNHAPPY WITH HIS LIFE AND HIMSELF, THAT HE HAS TO TRY TO PICK OTHER PEOPLE APART JUST TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL BETTER.
Fuck you dumb asshole. I don't have to justify anything to you.
And fuck you, lady on the freeway who rode my bumper for 2 miles. Yes, when I slammed on my brakes it was on purpose, and yes, when I smiled and flipped you off as you swerved around beside me, I meant it. FUCK YOU!
Stupid fucking people who think they are above everyone. Fuck you, stupid Arizona drivers who don't have a clue about how to drive, or how to give someone space. Fuck you, men out there everywhere, with a point to prove, and a knowledge of what team is in the playoffs and feel a need to talk about it really loudly when I'm on the phone with a client.
Thanks, I just had to get all of this out, or else I would explode.
In other news, Emily wrote the best email to me today and it made me laugh out loud!
Also, do you really think that because you don't like small dogs, assume they are all "yippy" and have no personality, that I'm really going to take into any consideration the fact that you think I should "trade mine in for a big one"?
You're so fucking stupid.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate men? A lot. They are gross, they are perverts, they are full of testosterone, challenges, bets, and sports talk. All the things I hate.
I don't want to hear again about how my purse is ridiculously expensive and how "your wife would NEVER buy a purse that cost that much." In fact, your wife buys all of her purses at Target and then just trashes them, and you love it. WHY DO YOU EVEN THINK THAT IT WOULD EVER CROSS MY MIND TO EVEN PRETEND TO CARE ABOUT WHAT KIND OF PURSE YOUR WIFE BUYS.
If you tell another person about how expensive my purse is, I think I might scream "FUCK YOU!" and punch you in the balls. Seriously.
Yes, I have a purse that cost $625. Yes, that is expensive and I could have bought one for $14.99 at Target. Yes, I like expensive things, and yes I put it on a credit card. Yes, after all the finance charges, it will have cost me $1million, but I don't freaking care. It was a LAMB purse and I wanted it. I make good money and have good credit, and I bought it. John said I should get it and I did. Yes, we are broke most of the time, but we buy ourselves nice things. I'm sure that's none of your business, and I don't have to justify my spending habits to you. So why do you keep bringing it up? As if I'm going to say, "Yes, you're right. This was crazy expensive (which I know), and I don't deserve something this nice. I really don't work hard or get stressed out, and I really don't love Gwen Stefani. I am going to return this, get my money back, and buy a great set of golf clubs. OR, I KNOW! I will go to strip club and spend half that amount on lap dances, drinks, and chicken wings!" If someone asks how much my purse is, I will tell them. They are asking because they want to know. And here's something awesome: if someone wanted to borrow it, I would probably let them. As long as they weren't a dumbass. I'm not pretentious about it - I don't go around flaunting it. It's a beautiful bag and is going to last a long time. I take excellent care of it, and know it's worth. I don't think it's normal to spend that much on a bag, and don't make a habit of it. It is nice having nice things. I know some people won't spend the money and don't need to, and that is awesome. I don't go around trying to convince people that they should be buying expensive purses, so why do you try to tell me that I shouldn't? Just because you don't love your dumb whore of a wife enough to let her have anything nice, is not my problem. If she wanted it, she should be able to get it.
You are so fucking stupid and full of yourself, you dumb asshole. Get over your small-man syndrome and shut your freaking mouth.
You don't know anything about me, or where I'm from, or who I am. You don't know what I like to do, you don't know what I'm capable of. I'm so tired of being picked on for the things I choose to do or to love.
"Why don't you go out to the clubs Liz?" Because they're stupid and I have no interest in mingling with the people who frequent those places.
"Why don't you play golf Liz?" Because golf is for rich assholes with a point to prove.
"Why do you have so many pets Liz?" Because I have a heart, and care more for animals than for most people. Animals have no one to defend them, and if I turned an animal away from my home just because they may pee or poop where they aren't supposed to, then I would be JUST LIKE YOU. A SELFISH, HEARTLESS FUCKER WHO IS SO OBVIOUSLY UNHAPPY WITH HIS LIFE AND HIMSELF, THAT HE HAS TO TRY TO PICK OTHER PEOPLE APART JUST TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL BETTER.
Fuck you dumb asshole. I don't have to justify anything to you.
And fuck you, lady on the freeway who rode my bumper for 2 miles. Yes, when I slammed on my brakes it was on purpose, and yes, when I smiled and flipped you off as you swerved around beside me, I meant it. FUCK YOU!
Stupid fucking people who think they are above everyone. Fuck you, stupid Arizona drivers who don't have a clue about how to drive, or how to give someone space. Fuck you, men out there everywhere, with a point to prove, and a knowledge of what team is in the playoffs and feel a need to talk about it really loudly when I'm on the phone with a client.
Thanks, I just had to get all of this out, or else I would explode.
In other news, Emily wrote the best email to me today and it made me laugh out loud!