The…monologue below is in response to a couple of things that have happened since the last time I have spoken about A and O. They can all shove it and smother on it.
“Think of me how you want after you read this because frankly, I don't give a fuck.
I feel like a big war is on the horizon. Between you two contact me and Angel and all the fucking god damn bullshit that's come up between then and now, I'm not really wanting to be anyone's friend. I've become extremely hostile toward both parties and I don't know whether either side is being truthful or if this is all one big funny haha and you're both sitting there together. I can tell you and I warn you in the most blunt non threatening way possible, do not show up at my house, ever. If an ax murder is chasing you to kill you, stay the fuck away. If you are in a car accident and your arm is lost to oblivion and you're bleeding profusely, stay the fuck off my door step.
The weed was bad enough. But yesterday, I came home to find a used pad that was attached to my toilet tank on the bottom had fallen into the floor. The only reason why I didn't smell it was because I clean my god damn bathroom every other fucking day. Upon further inspection, THERE WAS ANOTHER ONE! Now. You may think it was me, but I have more class and taste than to put my used god damn pads under my own fucking toilet. I put them in the god damn trashcan. Imagine that one! In the trashcan! Gasp! They both had wings on them too! That explains why I had no pads around Halloween and why Angel sat there and wouldn't do me the favor of taking me or letting her brother take me to get pads. WOW! I must be a big god damn fool! But kid you not, if you come near me don't expect a friend. I've had it. With the entire fucking thing. If you even speak to Angel at any point whatsoever, I don't give a shit who did it, tell her to step off.
My things that are missing (and I am very VERY TERRITORIAL ABOUT MY THINGS, ESPECIALLY MY FUCKING COLLECTIONS) are two packs of AA batteries and AAA batteries, the skull bracelet that I always wore with the 3 skulls on the leather strap with the buckle clasp, a studded bracelet, a few of my bootlegged DVDs (but those are replaceable) Love Actually was a real DVD and not exactly easy to find in my price range, a skull necklace, a brown necklace, some of my band patches, a couple of my anime DVDs like Kiki's Delivery Service but I got it for Christmas (someone got mother fucking lucky), my spider clip that I made and only wore once, my skull barrettes, a samurai figurine, $10 of my Christmas money went missing (and that makes me see red because someone stole something that was for someone else), $5.50 in state and colonial quarters, and a couple of my vampire books.
If anything else has been done to my house, fess up now. One more thing and I'm dragging other people into this because I'm fucking sick of MY OWN GOD DAMN HOUSE BEING A FUCKING TRAP. I could have gotten seriously sick from that whore move.
I give chances, only once. After that, fuck you and fuck off. I was ripped off, lied to, jerked around, and used. Stay away from me. Every single one of you, Sorry Jodi. Olivia wasn't exactly nice after the last time we spoke. Strike 3.
Peace out. Enjoy each other. Good luck to you, Jodi.”
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