Thursday, February 10, 2011

Fucking Hormones,

Oh what you do to me! I just thought I'd let you know, I'm not really down with this whole roller coaster ride you've been sending me on lately. Does every uber UP have to be followed by an equivalent DOWN? Couldn't it be just a little, baby down?

See, because, apart from making me feel just a little bit shitastic, such grandiose swings also tend to make me act in rather a rash manner. Lots of swearing at loved ones that don't deserve it. Breaking things that didn't need to be broken.

So....maybe back off a bit. Ok? Please?

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Dear Fuckhead,



This is a simple request. Get out of my life and stay there.
I don't seek revenge, I'm not looking for a fight. I just don't ever want to have to see you/talk to you/hear about you ever again. If possible, I would welcome the, ahem 'eternal sunshine of a spotless mind' and have you literally erased from my mind and life, every photo, every memory. I would be quite happy with that.
Unfortunately, the reality is that we both live and work in the same town, city, state, country and, due to some gross lapse of judgement on their parts, share mutual friends, making it inevitable that we will cross paths at some point. When this sad day comes, I reiterate, I am not looking for a fight or any form of contact, all I ask is that you leave me alone, do not talk to me, do not talk about me, do not even think about me.
If ever you find this a challenge let it be a reminder to you to never be such an amazingly nasty, selfish, superbitch to another person ever again.


Goodbye Forever, Fuckhead.