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Let’s just say, I have spent a bunch of money I do not have. My brakes to fix were 1,056.83. Good damn. Rachael came over and we washed our cars together. Lol. Wow, what a day. Who knows? It’s gone really fast, so I am guessing that’s a good thing. NOTE TO SELF: CALL ERICA O BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T CALL HER TODAY! Anyway. I was talking to Mickey
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What's up? Not a whole lot here. I'm just dying to talk to you to find out who the hell you are talking to, cause sure as hell it aint me. This is really pissing me off because NOBODY has the right to say that they are me. NO ONE. And I don't care who it is, but if I find out... they'll have it comin' to them. Let's just say that. I'm not the kind of person to fuck around with and when it gets this personal, I draw the line. So WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE, I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU CUT THE BULLSHIT AND FESSED THE FUCK UP SO I CAN BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS. YOU WANT TO BE ME? FINE. FIGHT LIKE ME BITCH! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS AND YOUR DOG FOR ALL I GIVE A SHIT! AND IF YOU DON'T HAVE A DOG THEN I'LL FLUSH YOUR GOD DAMN GOLDFISH. WHAT? YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY? HUH? WELL, YOU WON'T AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU, GOT IT? GOOD.
Meg, call me as soon as you read this or get my voicemails. You know my number.
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