| Group Think aka Stuck On Stupid |
[Jul. 12th, 2009|10:30 pm] |
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Sober24.com :
I'm beginning to think the NA way isn't for me. I'll take what I can and shit can the rest. Brainwashed fucks. we this and I this the book says, NO it was YOU, not me. fuck off bunch of whiners
moving on to a more Rational Recovery (google it)
In recovery and I'm gonna make it; go ahead and keep relasping and running back to your tables/confessionals.
FU,
'chasin' (but almost got it) |
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| drama llama |
[Jul. 12th, 2009|11:42 am] |
Dear girl,
Look, I'm sorry you don't like me. I had no idea the boy who kissed me was the object of your unrequited affection. I apologized for it and offered to make amends.
You...didn't accept my apology. Which is fine. You can even still be pissed at me—even though you really have no right to, but whatever. You being pissed at me, I can deal with. But from what I gather, you're also not above talking shit about me. I can be Zen about you being pissed at me, but talking shit and not being able to be grown-up enough to be in the same room? I can't be so Zen about that. We have friends in common, and your attitude makes life really difficult for them (AND for me!). I feel like the leper of the group, the difference being that some people happen to feel sorry for me. I prefer to keep my weekends less stressful than my job, and you're not really helping. What's all the more worse is that I really think you're cool otherwise and would have really liked to be friends with you.
Please get an attitude and adjustment and get it fast. Love,
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) cactus_rs |
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| Dear "friends", |
[Jul. 8th, 2009|01:30 pm] |
Stay the fuck out of this relationship I'm building. I don't give a fuck whether you like her or not, I don't care what scenes she's made in the past, and I certainly couldn't give a rat's ass about your "Oh, be careful with her".
When I'm with her, I'm happy.
And yes, I'm aware of her issues. They will be dealt with. I'm not stupid.
If any of you fuck with this one more time, they will find pieces of you across 3 time zones and 2 countries.
Fuck you,
Me |
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[Jul. 5th, 2009|12:36 pm] |
Dear Guests,
Welcome to my house. Please stop leaving your used toilet paper in the trashcan. That's fucking . It is 2009 in America. We have good plumbing. Promise. NOW STOP, FUCK!
Tired of her bathroom smelling,
Me
PS
I realize the bathroom gets chilly since it has a floor vent, but you are not spending the rest of your life in there. Stop closing it! It gets hot and stuffy really fast. |
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[Jul. 5th, 2009|05:59 pm] |
Dear Mom,
Stop flipping a bitch about everything ever. Not my fault it's summer.
Love,
Me |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|07:03 pm] |
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Dear Allrecipes.com,
Damn you!!! Why must you crap out on me at this horrible moment when I need a cheesecake and lemon bar recipe? I hate joo!!!! Anyone got one?
Love when you work, hate when you don't,
Meh |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|08:41 am] |
Dear Dogs,
Hi Doggies! While I realize that your owner (my aunt) is pretty big SPO, could you not dig behind the tires of our vehicles? Yes, it is in the middle of a Texas summer, but there are much better places to dig. I mean, otherwise you'll cause a vehicle to get stuck in very unforgiving sand, and then the person who was in said vehicle will get blamed- Oh
That already happened. Ok, look dogs, at least help me out here. How about between the four of you, you guys cover the cost of the tow truck that needed to drive out here and pull the damn thing out. I mean, it was your hole that caused the collapse in the first place.
Ok, thanks.
Love,
Me |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2009|06:44 pm] |
Dear ants,
Hi. This cave? It's mine. It is small and dark and cramped and I love it. And I? Am not so good at sharing my cave. As far as I can see, there's honestly nothing in here that would remotely interest you or whatever brethren you carry with you.
Unless it's my flesh you're after, but you'd think you'd have realized by now that further attempts on my life are going to fail. I can FEEL you, cunts. I can KILL you. I have ANTIHISTAMINES. IT IS FUTILE.
Next time I see you in here, I won't just squish you. I will find your hill and stand outside it, waiting, wearing a clown mask and carrying a miniature axe with which I will cut your teeny little bodies into SMALLER PIECES.
Thank for your cooperation,
Marika |
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|03:23 am] |
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Dear SM,
Eat a dick. In fact, eat three. You're still kicking me in the gut like a fucking asshole. You're lucky I'm taking up hobbies so I don't fly out and choke you myself.
No love,
you know who, you fucker |
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|08:23 pm] |
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Mom:
Go fuck yourself. You fucking cunt. You are so fucking annoying. Go suck a dick and shut the fuck up, you motherfucker.
No love:
Me |
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|08:17 pm] |
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Dear Fat fucking bitch who needs to die,
No one likes you. Not even your own family. Not his family either. I'm pretty sure he would marry you, when hell freezes over. Seriously WTF? I haven't seen, talked to, or messaged him all fucking week since he left here and you have the fucking nerve to message me cursing me the fuck out for what exactly? Nothing.
He's tried to make it work with you and it doesn't work because your fucking nuts and fucking money hungry. The only reason he needs to even put up with you is because you have A kid together. Not 2 like you like to believe, just one. You have it set in his head that if he doesn't put up with you that you will run off with his daughter. When in reality, you can't handle your own kids so you need him to take them. "You don't want me to get the man in the middle"...please do. So I can help him by being a witness that the whole time you were collecting child support from him, food stamps, and cash assistance for not only the one you have with him but also your son, they were living at my house and I was the one feeding and diapering there asses. Get "the man" in the middle, please, so he can arrest your ass for welfare fraud.
You do nothing but get him more in trouble and more in debt. He's on probation, so everytime you got into a fight while you were together you would call the cops and his PO to be a fucking little snitch. Because your friend is a drunken fucking retarded mess and leaves her 3 kids at home alone to go get drunk, you "needed" to go rescue them (can't take care of your own kids, but love to take care of other people's kids) so you asked him to drive you over there in your own car, knowing that his is license suspended. And what happens? he gets pulled over and fined. And what do you do? Laugh and say better him then you. The only reason his license is suspended in the first place is because of the child support case.
Speaking of that... You knew he didn't have a Job. But you just had to start a case to get the baby in day care. But you started the case in November/December and it took you till March to get her in day care. All that time you were racking up money from him that he didn't have, he had his daughter. Now he owes a over $600 in support for a child he had the whole fucking time. And that's not including all of his income tax check that they took, which was about $600. You got your income tax, claimed both his daughter and your son. Did you offer him any of it to him since he lost all of his to your dumbass? Nope. Did you offer any of the money you started getting once they took his tax money? Nope. Did you even offer to pay for the fine that he got for driving you to go rescue your friends kids? Nope, I was the one who offered to pay for it.
You always come here throwing a hissy fits when he doesn't bend over backwards to help you. Saying that you've done this for him and you've done that for him. But if you think about it, with all the debt you've racked up for him and the stress that you've put him and his family through, you've done more harm then good. You'll never change. You will always be a money grubbing, thick headed, disgustingly ugly and fat ass fucking whore of a bitch.
Sincerely,
The girl he really loves
P.S. Next time you call me a whore, look at yourself. Amount of guys that you've fucked in the past year, that I know of and you've bragged about, 9ish Vs. The amount of guys I've fucked during my entire life, 3. Remember I'm not the one who went out to fuck some random dude at 3 in the morning, let him nut on my underwear, and tired to hide it when you were banging on the door at 5 in the morning to get back in. Your disgusting, I don't know what any guy sees in you other then a quick wham, bam thank you m'am.
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|02:31 am] |
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Dear Terry,
You are a cunt, you are the reason your son is the way he is; YOU are the reason he is an alcoholic at the age of 29. Its probably likely that he became the alcoholic that he is far before the age of 29. So I know you thought his ex wife was a bitch, but I firmly believe that you had some sort of influence on your son when he decided to leave her.
I know you also had an influence when he made the decision to break up with me as well! How dare you say the things you said about me! I love to hear it when your drunk son tells me about the little 'roast' you had about me in the bar, spewing out bullshit such as saying I have gained a significant amount of weight since I had started dating your son; or asking if I purposely do things for attension! BULLSHIT, who are you lady!
And I'm not sorry if I dont particularly care for gambling, poker to be exact; really Terry, I appreciated the invite to family nite and the food was great, but damn woman, you talk A LOT of shit! And whatever, it was the first time I had ever played Texas Hold Em, I'm not sorry if I didnt get it. I'm suprised people even like you, Im sure your current husband fucks around on you, and I am sure you do on him as well, it seems to be in your blood... ah, goddamnit, its the same blood you passed onto your son too!! Its the reason he is an asshole, because he came from a cunt...
Your son needs to go away from you, he has alot of issues, I really wanted to make the relationship i had with him work, maybe it might have if he didnt come from a white trash alcoholic family of assholes.
It is funny as I am writing this I realized your son is a huge pussy, I was slowly trying to truely come to this conclusion, but now I have for sure. I would have hated having you as a mother in law if it ever had worked out for us. The wine and whiskey are far more important to you people than any sort of significant relationships. It makes me upset knowing that your son could have not had so many issues had you not been a complete bitch and ruin YOUR first marriage by fucking around on your first husband; ohhhhh, ok , now I see where your son gets it. I'm getting sick of thinking about you rite now, so this must end.
PS: I really did like your son, and perhaps even loved him
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|01:38 am] |
Fuck you!
I wish you didn't exist. Stop imitating me. |
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| Dear B, |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
You are lucky that we are good friends, or else I would've told you off by now. Actually, it might not be such a bad idea. I really don't give a rat's ass about the new Transformers movie.Yes, it got some pretty awful reviews. However, it has a large fan base and also people just want to see a big summer action movie. I am not upset at all by the amount of money it's making. I honestly don't see why you've all "OMG Transformers is doing well at the box office my life is over!! This is the worst thing ever!!!"
There are far more important things to be worried about.
I couldn't give a damn,
K |
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| GAH! |
[Jun. 25th, 2009|11:27 am] |
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God damnit Sebastian! You are, at least supposedly my boyfriend. So why the hell are you always wanting to run off to hang out Jeff, when we're together? Seriously. It doesn't seem to matter what we're doing, once that jackass calls, you want to go running off. Frankly? That makes me feel hurt, abandoned, and like your using me for a convient fuck!
What makes it even worse is, I had a melt down, complete with crying because of something that happened in my family. Not even 10 minutes after I finally stopped crying that asshole called, and you went running. And you remember for what? A god-damned party!
That was the last time I saw you before you went on this fucking trip. The few times I've heard from you since you've been distant as hell...which doesn't help the situation.
You don't know this, but I'm about to hit my limit on dealing with this crap. And then, well...your going to lose me, even if all I am is a convient fuck...and I ge the feeling that Jeff won't warm your bed for you.
So, sincerely from your supposed girl friend, Fuck Off.
Nevermore |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2009|12:33 pm] |
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Dear Fat Fuck,
I don't like you. I haven't liked you since you cheated on my mom. Why she took you back is a mystery to me. I hate you, I really fucking do. You complain about not having any money but surprise surprise your out spending. Don't bitch that your not going to have any money to pay the bills and that you'll have to get a third job, when you go out at least twice a week to the bar to drink and eat. Sometimes you go 3 or 4 times but you don't have any money, right? And you go bowling once or twice a week that cost about $15 each time. Like seriously, Don't bitch about it, I'm tired of hearing about it.
You started bitching about a half hour ago about how someone drank your wine cooler things. Get over it, they've been in there for over a year. You don't drink them, you go out to drink so what the fuck is the problem? You always bitch about stuff missing from the fridge, I don't know how though since you never put anything in there. Me and my mom buy the food, not you. If anyone has the right to bitch, it's us.
STFU already.
Hope you die,
Kat |
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| Dear you |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|02:05 pm] |
Dear you:
I dont know how you feel and I never did. Your behavior went back and forth from a caring loving attitude to virutally pushing me aside lest it make someone else uncomfortable. Forgive me for expecting more than this from you. You said you did not want a relationship and then you said you would love a relationship with the other. How I am supposed to react to that. The fact that you were emotional and romantic and whatnot right until the end in private but in front of her, it was as if it was a whole other world we were in. It made me feel very very used and it made me regret every physical encounter we had even as it was happening. I do not deserve to feel this way at all. You admitted it was because you were confused and did want wwant to ruin any chance with her but it continued even after you said you did not want her like that anymore. The difference between being used and being friends with benefits is how you act afterward. You went out of your way to minimize. I can understand you not liking PDAs but I should not have to feel as if a gag order has been placed on me. I deserve better than that. You talked at length to me about her and how you wanted and and were confused between me and her and the other, you never talked to her about me. That only leads to two conclusions, that you are trying to minimize the feelings you had for me or that you had none. Either way, it still made me feel used and less than.
You never retracted those things you said, never erased them, in my mind if you do not retract or erase, you still think those things and that is not fair to me when you say sorry but you seem to not mean it when you do not erase those horrible things. Everytime I looked at your profile, I had to see them and be reminded that you thought that and perhaps still think that. Not fair. It hurt when you said them, it hurt worse when you did not retract them and it hurts every time I think about the fact that they are still there plain as day for all to see. I cried over them every time I saw them and still do.
You still have never told me what you wanted from me. Never told me that you actually cared for me. Never told me that you were interested in me, All I ever got was " I dont want a relationship" which I beleived and yo unever said anythign different so I went on the assumption that that is what you meant all along so I hid my feelings away and being unable to express them, got mad instead.
Its one thing to say you are sorry, its another to actually do something about your behavior. I have not seen very much of that from you. You said sorry for ignoring me but slipped back into your pattern again, after I had made allowances for you. I tried, you did not. You could have at least said, hey, you, what do you think of this.. or something like that, but no concious thought or effort seemingly went into me, I was just there. Not fair. |
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| Dear asshole adorable you |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|02:00 pm] |
At the start, it was great, we had a great connection. I could only visit every so often but is was wonderful. Then SHE came along. I dont hate herm she is my freind, but somehow even though you call her a freind, she became more important than me. I had to stay elsewhere while she stayed there even though she has a house. I am suddenly not allowed to be alone with you, she would not even go to sleep until she knew I was nto going to be in the same room alone with you. She is playing with you and you know it, she has others, and you know that yet you are doing everything in your power to turn her to you even if you will not admit it. You even do her laundry for her and cook her dinner. I am not offered food mind you even when I was sittign right there. You have time alone with her every day and every night ad suddenly I can not have one day a week with you without causing "tension". You try to make her feel welcome and the expense of me, I am left sittign on the couch reading a book I have no interest in while the two of you talk about private things. On the one day I am in town mind you. I give you space. I stay away when you say you need to be "alone" I stay out most of the day to give you space and I am given nothing in return, just accusations. I know that the night you kicked me out to be "alone for a day" she stayed the night and the next day. Yes you two were careful about it but she still posted something on her messenger on the saturday, the day you were "alone" I know she does use the interenet anywhere else. You do not want to talk on the phone, in text or in person and complain when I blow up because stuff has been stewing because you wont talk.
I listened to your troubles, I forgave you for freaking out on me and calling me nasty names not once but twice. I am not afford the same. You were short with me, you yelled at me, you accused me, you were an asshole and I forgave you, but when it comes time to listen to my troubles and fears, you blankly dump nme as a freind like you are no freind at all.
So FUCK YOU ALL TO HELL |
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| Coworker FAIL. |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|09:05 pm] |
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Dear Kim,
If you can't be bothered to show up for your shifts, quit the fucking job, please.
( Shitty Coworker 1, Shitty Coworker 2, and Shitty Boss: Some notes for all of you! )
All of you - I hope karma kicks you in the teeth after I leave. I really, really do. I have given myself panic attacks trying to keep this place in order, while you all frolic about and spend your shifts giggling and staring at the walls like the brainless wonders you are. It won't be so fun when I'm no longer around to clean up your messes.
Love,
Jess.
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| dear co-worker |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|09:18 am] |
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Dear Old lady co-worker,
I do not care about you personally. In fact, I hope you die. When you call in sick, it directly affects me. I was told that I called in sick too much for calling in sick 5 non consecutive days in a YEAR period. You have called in at least 10 days so far and it is only June. Please quit or die this afternoon. |
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