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I am no longer angry...

....because this cracked me up!




Jan 16, 2009 7:35 AM







Subject:

The only reason!

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The only reason why I get myspace emails is because it shows up as a message on my blackberry! That pic of you painting is 4 years old in my apartment in pensacola fl. I really don't have it anymore. I didn't sell it! I didn't give it to her because it is all I had left of you! I know you don't want to hear it or probably don't care.(Don't blame you) I know I was a dick but iwas in love with you everyday! I remember the first time I saw you! Love the jeans you had on! I remember when I told you I wanted ti make a baby with you meant it! I was not ready emotionally for you yet! I had a lot of demons! Therepy helped me a lot and the wreck well let's just say I don't need anymore wake up calls! My little Olive brings joy and love to my heart eveyday! I will love you my whole life! You remember when we were at the end and you asked me two things! The truth to those are this. That kiss we had that day I still think about everyday! It was the kiss of my lifetime! I never cheated on you with anyone ever! You will always be the part of my heart and soul that got away! By the way it is cold as hell in beantown! After we broke up I took the chance and moved around all over florida but I have settled in boston. It is home now! Remember this I owe you this much! I loved you everyday of mylife and will always love you Nat! I would like your mothers address so I can send her a card!

James



My response:

Jan 16, 2009 2:47 PM



Subject:

RE: The only reason!


Body:

Once again...you are lying. You have not changed a bit. You are still a worthless piece of crap & your email cracked me up! I saw the painting in a pic of your wife. Unless she was pregnant for 4 years, that is a lie.




Ahh...I feel MUCH better now!

That is all for today.......



For the first time in a LONG time....

I am REALLY angry.

I am not really sure what to do with this emotion...

...but I can't sleep.


Bastard!


...or at least more interesting.

So, I got a few emails from my ex-fiance today...

anyone who knows about the ex knows why this would piss me off to pieces!

Anyway, just so everybody knows, "he is a changed man."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


Yeah, and skunks get their butt fur waxed.


Anyway, I did decide to respond to his email...

you know since he is a changed man and all...and he did compliment my art...


So.....


I sent him a message telling him that since he is such a different "better" person now...

he can return the goddamn painting he stole from me.


That is about it & that is certainly all for now.............



I quit my job...

...and that makes me very happy!

Public Service Announcement...


I feel like we can all learn something from a dancing/singing condom...

the last 2 minutes of the video are the best...

enjoy...


 

Lesson of the day...

When sending a text message to a friend, using the predictive text feature...

ALWAYS proofread before sending!!!

You may think you are sending,

"Thanks for the cute card! I love it!"

...when in fact you have actually sent,

"Thanks for the cute barf! I love it!"


That is all for now....

...if I would have had this great idea and skipped my shower this morning before work...







...and I thought my employees sucked.

 
if this is true, how did Belle & Sebastian die after living with me for 3 days?

This is a mystery.

I am very saddened by this!

I needed a laugh...

and I found this...

Enjoy...




That is all for now....

I am having a craperiffic day...


...I just got my head ripped off and thrown in a garbage can in the back of a mexican's raggedy pick up truck.

Why?

Well, I know this sounds like something out of left field, but I asked my employees to do it anyway...

I asked them to...

write down the time they actually come into work and the time they actually leave work each day on the time sheets they submit to me.

Apparently, that is an absurd idea.

I realized this as I was being screamed at by my employee.

Fuck it.