To the ugliest crayon of them all

Your racism is showing again, you might want to tuck that back in. Keeping it cleverly disguised as just your annoying personality keeps the rest of us merely sickened by your presence rather than violently opposed to you drawing breath. So really, it's in your own best interest to keep the white sheets and antiquated opinions your dirty little secret. No one else is interested.

kthxbai

You Stupid Hag

How dare you. That young man adores you. He spent the entire weekend overjoyed at finally being able to spend time with you. Every chance he got, he sat next to you, talked to you, smiled at you, told you how much he loves you and how happy he was to see you again. And how did you repay him? You called him fat and made fun of him. Not that his brother fared any better, because according to you he's too thin and should also be mocked.

I have no idea what makes you think you are any sort of nutritional expert but I have news for you, you. are. clueless. You have spent your entire life trying to kill yourself by eating nothing but deep fried food and right now I'm sorry you didn't succeed. You have eaten and smoked your way into having a heart attack and chronic health problems, yet you have the nerve to insult a young man for wanting a salad with his meal. You should truly be ashamed of yourself. I know I certainly am.

If you ever again try to make either of my children feel bad about themselves I will not quietly correct you in order to refrain from making a scene in public the way I did today. No, if you are ever fortunate enough to even see those boys again and you make the choice to insult either one of them I will stand up and slap the wig off your fat little Cajun head, and it doesn't matter to me if I have to go through your husband to do it.

Firmly,
The Mother of your Grandchildren

Calling you a douche is an insult to douches everywhere

Well, you finally got your way. You've been gunning for me for a long time, in ways subtle and overt, and at long last you're triumphant.

You fucked up. You fuck up a lot, but are usually able to save your ass, or someone else saves it for you. This time you blamed it on me, and since nothing was in writing it came down to your word against mine.

You sat there and lied to my face (although it's possible that you actually believe your lies, which perhaps excuses you) and watched me get fired from my job that I've had for almost five years.

Then you got up, went into your office, and continued your self-absorbed, odd task of taking pictures of yourself every day. Yes, the Daily Photo is an important part of your routine, using your company laptop, often on company time. Who does that?

This is who:


I don't think your collection of crosses will save you in the long run.

More skills required

I realize there are issues. Growing pains, I get it. Change is hard and it can be difficult to come through unscathed. However, having arrived at your position in life I would have hoped that you would have acquired better ways of talking with people. Its about ownership of the truth, and facing realities and learning how to express those things in a mature manner that gets things accomplished.
You were blunt, hurtful and counter productive. You got your point across, to be sure, but those in your way were left completely deflated. Inadequate skill set? Inability to find work in the industry? With two sentences and you managed to make 2 years of someones life seem completely fruitless. You didn't even bother to listen and you certainly didn't look at her work. She is very talented and thank God she is strong enough in herself to continue of her path. I just hope that all of the others are also strong enough to continue on despite your poorly worded statements.
I'm also wondering how pleased your higher-ups would be to hear that you plainly stated that all the money and time we spent is a complete waste and that the admissions department is just there to openly lie to people to get them to blow their money on a useless program. Why don't you just go back to your home office and take a long hard look at your interpersonal communication skills.
Have a safe flight back to Texas and please, don't hurry back now, y'hear?

At a loss.

Right now I am having a really hard time figuring out who is pissing me off more. The Loser or you for thinking the shit storm going on in your life right now is somehow your fault. When the fuck did you become this freakin codependent enabler? You are not at all the person I have known for the past 8 years.
I realize you are struggling right now, but you have to make a good, healthy choice here. Accommodating your baby daddy is really not getting you anywhere. He is a Straight. Up. Loser. and his presence in your life is not at all positive. Check the facts: He is 37 years old, has no car, lives on his mothers couch and has no traceable income to help get you guys a place to live except for the bar.
The bar... where he works 3 night a week so he can justify his speed use and I'm betting that's where he met one, if not all, of the three girls he was cheating on you with while you were pregnant.
And I'm sure it was just those pesky drugs that caused him to throw you down on you bed by the neck and hold a knife to your throat. Remember that? I know you try very hard not to. That morning I went with you to the courthouse and help you fill out the paperwork to get the restraining order and full custody order for your daughter? Yeah, that day, when you had those horrible bruises all over your neck and chest. The man you are trying SO hard to accommodate GAVE YOU THOSE when you caught HIM CHEATING. Again, NONE of that was your fault and you did NOTHING to deserve that.
I know you don't want to do it alone right now, I understand. but he is not worth being essentially homeless and sleeping on the floor with your 6 month old. Please! GO HOME! Get back on your feet with your family for 6 months or a year. I know you don't think the schools there are adequate but you have 5+ years to worry about that.
I am at a complete loss as to what to say to you right now. I can't make you help yourself. I wish I could. I feel helpless and I know you are feeling that too.
All I ask is that you open your eyes to the WHOLE situation and for fucks sake, make a good choice.

Dear Clueless Truck Lines LLC

I would like to thank you for your recent interest in retaining the services of my repair company, however I do not at this time feel that we can be of any help to you. Your request to "fax over a copy of our check" at such time as repairs have been completed has been deemed unacceptable by our Accounting Department. Actually that's not entirely true. Once we finished laughing uproariously, we came to the collective decision that we would, in fact, consider your request on the condition that you agree to accept a faxed picture of a truck being repaired as us having performed an actual service call for your company.

Feel free to mull over this proposition and get back to me at your earliest convenience.

Sincerely,
Bitch with a Clue, CFO
No Fucking Way Inc.

Dear Ms. Weak Sauce

It's come to my attention that you have, without permission, copied my friend's very personal and candid blog, and reposted it on your own MySpace blog.

True, you've acknowledged that someone else wrote it. But why on EARTH would you do this without receiving explicit permission first?

Do you not have the time to write something reflecting your own thoughts? I know you have the ability, I used to enjoy your blogs.

You're articulate, you have a brain. Use it! Stop this "poor stupid me, stuck as a housewife" bullshit and step up. Jesus Christ on a bicycle.

Sincerely,

Someone Who Wants to Rip Your Heart Out and Feed it To You