What I want to know is.........

What were ya'll talking about that led to you telling them not to trust me/tell me things... Beyond the blogs, b/c obv something led to THAT part as well...

Talkin' shit, perhaps?? Maybe it was on the same day that I have been fully notified about, that I KNOW ya'll were talking shit on...

Was it that day??

When can we get to the day when I hear it first-hand?? Ya'll scared motherfuckers can't never say shit to me that matters, sooooo..

And YOU, c'mon.. I threw you a bone! I tossed a random comment into the bowl that gave you a DIRECT segue into what it is you apparantly can't be bothered to tell me. If something made ME so mad I couldn't hardly breathe when talking about it, I'd def say something. Thanks btw, homie, for your little chime-ins. I fully appreciate that. :|

Such fraudulent behaviour, oh my!

If I was REEEEEEALLY puttin' ya'lls business out there, wooooooooooo BOY!!

Let's just say I highly doubt the invitation of co-residency would've have been extended.

The best part about her telling me that was all of the convo leading up to it. Hello, Pot? It's Kettle. You're black!

I dgaf about that tho, that's just us/you/me whatever type shit. You'll actually air your grievances w/ me... HOWEVER ol' girl is CONSTANTLY having little flutters of truth reach me by way of someone else.. A few someone elses, including Mr. '09 who most deeeeeeeef gossips TEN TIMES more than I ever could, but everyone's suckin' his dick for Ls so it's cool, just run your mouth to him like it'll never reach my eardrums, mkay??

And that goes for everyone else you've spoken to that immediately let me know what's up..

EV-ER-Y-BODY TALKS. I KNOW WAAAAAY TOO MUCH ABOUT AAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF YOU.

So watch your fucking mouths, thanks.

That's the shit I'm talkin' about!!! If I really wanted to set it off, I would've been done it!! I'm not afraid, so get over yourselves!! LMMMFAO! I LOVE it! Like I told Brandi, I'm a writer who's work almost always derives from real life. Not only that, but your placement in my life has a lot to do w/ how I deal w/ situations having to do w/ you.

I WOULD say you could just blow it out your ass, buuuuuuut that seems to be the path of "righteousness" these days......

THOSE days, too, you just don't think I know.

Just as an FYI, this is an open letter to SEVERAL people, not just the usual suspect.

Because that would be, well, unjust.

Haha, such mean girls... You're Regina, and she's Cady (along w/ Sarah). Mr. '09 is Gretchen/Damien, and all the rest of'em are Karen. I guess that makes me Janis? Smile for the camera! Plastic-ass bullshit. No one even likes anyone anymore, but who else are you gonna get high w/??

I don't even want to BE in this mediocre bullshit town anymore. This is all we have to do, obviously, cuz it's the most recurrent and steady thing around. And because none of my real friends have been around, they are unaware of the great strides I have taken in becoming a more well-rounded human being. They just sit around and talk shit like they have a fucking clue/LIFE. I've lost 33 pounds recently, and that was w/o any of your help.

I'd been asking my friends for years to get involved w/ me, and everyone made the same empty promises even tho I was seriously asking for help. So ty MORGAN for following thru w/ it and sticking to your guns alongside me. I love watching them bend over backwards to help each other, but there is no trust, and no real faith. I could prove all of this and just lay the bullshit to rest, but I don't want to deplete your social lives.

The best part about you not wanting me HERE is I'm never HERE anyway.

But AGAIN, b/c no one else has Grande Cahoonas (ty Shay) like me, I'm the bad guy.

Well then call me Lisa Montana, motherfuckers, cuz it'll be a virtual bloodbath if I ever decide I'm REALLY tired of it all.

I keep making excuses on why I haven't, but I'm running out of time and patience w/ the matter. Comeuppance is upon you.

Iiiiiiin closing, when I say real friends, I meant the core staple of people that I'm known to associate w/, or was known to, I should say. No disrespect meant to anyone else. If you feel the burn, it's cuz you're standing in the flames.

The most relevant part starts @ 3:03.



"Those bitches."