Keep their motherfucken heads ringing...
So, it seems as if some little girls that I thought had gotten over whatever their problem was a while ago, have been talking mad shit on myself and my boyfriend. Apparently, I'm a "fat gal that wears bandanas and my boyfriend's a WIGGER". Very nice, little ones. And, now you think that just because we may be staying in the same hotel in Asbury Park, that you are going to be able to "chill" with us? I don't fucken think so, little girl. Jamie and I will not "get over it for three days". You may as well find another hotel, that will probably be your best bet, if you even go at all, given the fact that you're 16, with no car, no $, and no life...sucks to be you, eh? What makes you think that the fat gal, the WIGGER, and the rest of them would want to hang out with you? I didn't enjoy it when you were allowed in my house,and I damn sure won't put up with it at HITS. I tried to tell you girls about what you post on the internet, and if it's something that you wouldn't say to someones face, then you better not put it online, because there's always a way to find shit. But, obviously you fucked up and didn't listen. I've told you a million times, I know everything, and find out everything...especially shit that's on the internet. Christ, yer all retarded. If you have anything to say for your fucking selves, post a reply...but you're probably too pussy to, so I won't expect one. Or, better yet, any problem you have w/ me, come and say it to my face, you know, legally, I can't beat yer ass, and why would I want to? There's better way to go about things...