If you all three weren't such jerkfacess I'd buy you a dictionary. And I would highlight a few words in it for you - "consideration", "common decency", "humility" and just plain ol' "manners". But since you are jerkfaces and I frankly don't want to exert any more energy on you, I won't buy you a dictionary. You have no desire to learn about those things anyway.
You are not better than me, no matter what you think. You can think that all you want, but let's be honest, you just aren't. Your feet stink after a whole day in tennis shoes and you also get gunk in the corners of your eyes and your breath stinks in the morning. Everyone's does. You are no exception. I'm not saying I'm better than you either - there's no way I think that. I just think it's pathetic how you waltz around like the world owes you something. Just because you show off your tramp stamp and manicured nails and name-brand clothes like they mean anything to me and you insist that you really are fat even though you know you're not and you think it's cute when you do that, you really aren't any better than me. And I know it. I think that's probably why you're so condescending to me - because you think that you can intimidate me. Well, you can't, so quit trying so hard. It's just not a good look on you.
I am a person who does not like confrontation, nor do I invite it, so I'm not sure why you people are avoiding my phone calls like I'm going to blow an airhorn into the receiver. I don't even own an airhorn and uh, I quit being a teenager a long time ago. You, however, have not. You are so immature that you can't even give me some common courtesy and talk to me on the phone and let me know what is going on. It's not hard, it won't hurt and contrary to what your twisted mind thinks, I am not a dragon lady. There comes a time in your life that you just have to be mature enough to say what's on your mind and that's that. I'm a big girl, I won't slit my wrists because of what you have to say to me. I promise. But then again, obviously my thoughts and feelings aren't a factor for you, so what do you care if I slit my wrists anyway? Be an adult and address the things that need to be addressed. Life isn't always pleasant and that's just the way it is. If you can't handle that then you have more problems than I thought.
And while I was attached to your children and heck, I'll even admit that I love your kids, I am not losing sleep over the fact that now I no longer have to deal with you on a regular basis. To all three of you - grow up.
Thursday, May 18, 2006