So as you all know, I requested my shit back. I only got my book and the wrist cuff, which is fine. Those are the main things I wanted back besides the purse. I also just realized that when I got up this morning, I put on Olivia’s $40 dipped neck black hoodie. I guess we’re even because she’s been looking for it and I’ve been sporting it a lot better than she had.
Well. I went outside at about 3:30pm. I had heard a couple noises and I never say anything when I looked out so I didn’t expect to find my stuff. I did get it, however.
In North Carolina, its really hot and really humid in the summer so when it gets cold, a lot of crawling insects want inside the house. They find it easier to go under the doors. I have laundry detergent sprinkled in a line in front of my door to deter the little buggars. The dumb bitch, being Angel or Olivia, threw my stuff in said detergent.
I really hope Angel and Dillon date and he fucks her, gets her pregnant and screws her over. Looks like he got one more shot at me and it hit dead center.
I am certain I am getting called a lot of names, probably nothing as colorful and creative as the ones I’ve been calling them. They need to learn they’re not immortal. They need to learn they’re not playing little girl games. They’re playing adult games and they dislike the outcome. How stupid can you get, I mean seriously.
Angel bitches at her mom for being a parent. I hope her mom gets enough and slaps the shit out of her and kicks Olivia out on her ass. There’s a lot coming to them, I hope it hits them hard.
Its time to grow up, ladies. I’m not the immature bitch headed to ruin.
(When I find it, I will show you people my horoscope for the day from our daily newspaper. It made me snicker.)
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