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Nothing annoys me more than when Jack wants to talk to me about things not relating to our daughter. Trying to make deals with me is not cutting it. Jack had the nerve to call me up one day to talk about our dog. Well, my dog. He hasn’t given me child support in months and refuses to help with medical bills but has money to help me pay for half of my dogs grooming. Are you fucking kidding me? Our daughter is sick and has bills piled up and he calls to ask me if he pays half of the grooming, will I get my dog groomed. Glad to know where his priorities are. I had to pause before I responded to him. I was taken back. Jack does a lot of fucked up shit but I never expected this.

I respond and tell him that I couldn’t believe that he offered to help groom my dog but doesn’t help with our daughter. His response is classic, “Getting the dog groomed is less expensive than our daughter’s medical bills.” Well douche canoe… how about you give me the money that you do have and say, “it isn’t much but this is all I have to go towards our daughter’s medical bills.”

New ringtone

I downloaded a new ring tone for ID... I think it fits perfectly. Is it inappropriate? You betcha!!!!!

YOU HAVE AIDS- Family Guy

Doctor Dude: I'm not sure how to tell you this... SO I'LL LET THESE GUYS DO IT!

(peter and a quartet start singing)

You have aids
Yes you have aids
I hate to tell you boy that you have aids
You've got the aids
You may have caught it when you stuck that filthy needle in here
Or maybe all that unprotected sex you adhere
It isn't clear
But what we're searching for is you have aids
Yes you have aids
Not H.I.V. but full blown aids...

Be sure that you see
That this is not H.I.V.
But really full blown aids...
Not H.I.V. but really
Full blown aids

I'm sorry I wish it was something less serious.......
FULL BLOWN AIDS..
You've got the aiiiiiiiiii----iiiids..

You are all fucking crazy!

Yes, every single one of you is bat shit fucking crazy.

To Jack: You are a fucking tool. I don’t secretly wish we were back together. I am not madly in love with you. I don’t pray that you get divorced so we can get back together. I pray because I can’t stand your wife. Big diff ;) I don’t cry myself to sleep because we are no longer together. I don’t wish upon a star or chant voodoo spells to get back together with you. Just because I am being a bitch to you doesn’t mean that I need to get laid, find a man, or masturbate profusely. I am a bitch because you are an incompetent fool. You put yourself first over your daughter and that pisses me off. I am a bitch because you constantly go out of your way to make my life hell because you think I ruined your life. Well, I didn’t ruin your life. You ruined your own life by being such a loser. I just helped you see that. Is it really that hard to be cool with me and not trying to make deals with me because it helps you out? How about you help me out for a change? Acting like a tough guy and not working with me doesn’t make me any less of a bitch. Man up and take responsibility for shit.

P.S. That doesn’t mean to grow a pair of balls and be a complete jackass to me.

To Whitless: Let’s get one thing straight. I am not jealous of you;  Never have, never will. I don’t wish to be in your shoes. I don’t wish to have your husband back. Seeing you doesn’t bring back all the happy memories I had when I was with Jack. I don’t secretly stalk you on facebook so I can catch up and cry about how that could be my life. I don’t want to be friends so I can keep tabs on you. I could care less what you do on your time. I do care what goes on when you have my daughter, but it doesn’t mean I am a psycho ex. It means I am a good mother.  

If you don’t want shit to get back to me, don’t say it. You should know by now that I will confront you. I am not jealous of you when it comes to my daughter. I know where I stand. Period. Overstepping your boundaries is what brings out my inner psycho.  It needs to stop. She isn’t lucky to have you in her life because you know what she went through. She isn’t blessed because you can finally show her what a real mother is. So shut the fuck up already. Constantly bringing up the various reasons why I am jealous isn’t going to make me like you. Want me to like you? Don’t tell me I am a bad mother, don’t give me dirty looks when I pick up my daughter, say hi back, and quit bitching about me to everyone.  Raise your fucking kids and just try to keep a healthy environment for mine.

To infectious Disease: I don’t like you. If I am nice to you, it is because of my daughter. You are the one that causes most of the fucking problems in this fucked up little situation we have. I am not trying to ruin your family. I am not trying to get you all against each other. I don’t sit around planning for your downfall. I don’t sit around the campfire scheming on how to get your entire family against each other. I don’t give a shit about you or your family. All I care about is MY daughter. I don’t send out invitations out to have a shit talking fest about you. With that said, I don’t think about you at all, unless for some weird reason, it benefits me.  Quit asking your youngest son if his fiancé and I talk shit about you. I have better things to do than talk about you. You are almost 50 with Aids… trust me…. Your life isn’t that exciting that I need to stop what I am doing to talk about you. I would give you a little tip but you would never listen. Maybe just maybe, you should quit talking to Whoreen. Not that it matters, but she doesn’t like you. You aren’t best buds with her. Unless best buds wish each other dead, then I am pretty sure she doesn’t like you.

To Whoreen: If anyone should get the psycho bitch title, it should be you. You are fucking crazy and you think you can manipulate every situation. You may be able to manipulate Jack and all them, but I see right through you. You seriously are pathetic and fucking crazy. I don’t know how many times I can say you are fucking crazy and it get old. You are fucking crazy. Not only are you crazy, but you are shady as well. I may be a lot of things but I am sure as hell not shady. When I have a problem, I am pretty vocal about it. I may not be the nicest person about the shit that I say, but at least everyone knows where I stand. You on the other hand have no spine. You are a spineless, two-faced, blah blah blah cunt. That is right. I used the word cunt. You are a dirty cunt. I don’t care what goes on in your life. I don’t give a fuck if you want to cheat on your husband or if you want to suck some random dudes dick. That is you. If you want to ruin your marriage, go for it. I don’t sit around talking to my friends about you. We don’t gather around and share the latest news about you. We might call each other up and laugh at how fucking stupid you are but we definitely don’t plot the end of your marriage. If your marriage fails it is probably because you are a fucking dirty ass cunt that can’t keep her legs closed. It probably wasn’t because my life revolves around yours. My purpose in life isn’t to ruin your marriage or your life. I don’t call Jack up for coffee so we can bitch about you. You are fucking crazy and probably need to focus on keeping  your lies straight instead of wondering what I am doing. Fucking crazy ass bitch.

Yes, you are all fucking crazy, every single one of you. All you do is keep tabs on me and bitch to one another about me while I don’t give a fuck. If I did, I would probably talk to you on a regular basis…but weird… I don’t. I don’t even want to talk to any of you when it comes to my daughter let alone talk to you about anything else. I actually do have a life and it doesn’t involve any of you. Get over it. Seriously.