Seriously? SERIOUSLY?
The last day that I had off from work, I received a text from Greg asking, "What did you do to Shannon? She seems really upset."
I texted her, she said that she wasn't mad at me at all. I showed up at her place crying, sat and talked with both her and her mom. Even her mom said that Greg is playing games and that we've been friends for too long for her to let a dumb ass guy ruin our friendship.
She told me she had no problem with me and that if she did, she'd talk to me about it rather than sending Greg.
Then she posts this on myspace:
"Her feind never friend. She moves like a black death. Two faces more lies. Blood pouring out of her mouth. Maggots eating her gums. She was true. Face of ugliness. She over weight like titance. Ships must sink. Bunch of two faces drowning. She cheats with a black velvet. She cheats with two faces. She must die. My dear little fiend. "
Yeah, she really needs to learn to spell. But... what the fucking fuck?
And Greg was there in the comments applauding it. "How true. How cruel. I love it!"
Of course we're going to play the fat card. We can, you know, know someone for 18 years... Know all of the things they've gone through. Know their good points and their flaws. But the second you get mad at them, suddenly the only thing that matters is that they're fat.
I might be fat, but the last time I checked it was better than being a registered sex offender like her darling little boyfriend. And the fact that I'm fat doesn't stop me from, you know, making twice as much money as them. Or driving. Or having an apartment.
I win at life by comparison. But I'm still fucking hurt.
I texted her, she said that she wasn't mad at me at all. I showed up at her place crying, sat and talked with both her and her mom. Even her mom said that Greg is playing games and that we've been friends for too long for her to let a dumb ass guy ruin our friendship.
She told me she had no problem with me and that if she did, she'd talk to me about it rather than sending Greg.
Then she posts this on myspace:
"Her feind never friend. She moves like a black death. Two faces more lies. Blood pouring out of her mouth. Maggots eating her gums. She was true. Face of ugliness. She over weight like titance. Ships must sink. Bunch of two faces drowning. She cheats with a black velvet. She cheats with two faces. She must die. My dear little fiend. "
Yeah, she really needs to learn to spell. But... what the fucking fuck?
And Greg was there in the comments applauding it. "How true. How cruel. I love it!"
Of course we're going to play the fat card. We can, you know, know someone for 18 years... Know all of the things they've gone through. Know their good points and their flaws. But the second you get mad at them, suddenly the only thing that matters is that they're fat.
I might be fat, but the last time I checked it was better than being a registered sex offender like her darling little boyfriend. And the fact that I'm fat doesn't stop me from, you know, making twice as much money as them. Or driving. Or having an apartment.
I win at life by comparison. But I'm still fucking hurt.