As of 10:08am, the wretched bitch is officially gone. It’s been three days of dealing with her attitude, her bull shit looks and the smoking INSIDE of the house (something she was requested not to do). She pushed my dog off the couch and almost head-first into a broken glass coffee table, missed the jagged edge by about 2 inches. She leaves her shit laying around the house just about everywhere and even if she’s not included in the conversation, or if I haven’t even acknowledged that she was even in the freaking room, she’ll jump in anyway.
Monday night they came back from O.C., both were obviously intoxicated. I said something to K and then the bitch jumped right in with her two cents about how K doesn’t have to answer to me. All I did was say “You’re drunk, aren’t you?” she shoots back with her bull shit remark – something she wasn’t asked of because again there’s that wall separating us now – she’s been locked out of Krissyville and trust me when I say if she wasn’t across the room she would have been on her ass with a broken face. I don’t like when someone can get me to the point of being violent, even though I have spent quite a bit of time having to ‘reform’ thanks to quite a few knockouts in my day.
This fucking cunt bag just got under my skin this weekend. I was nothing but polite to her, she insisted on having an attitude in return, something that’s common for her because she’s the kind of person that will get pissed off because she’s unable to be pissed off. Yes, go think about that one for a second. They’re downtown, I guess someone bumped into her or something and he graciously apologized – it’s what they do in Delaware! She then got pissed off over the fact that because of his apology she couldn’t be pissed off at him. Little stupid things like someone accidentally bumping into your arm can fuck her entire day up. Meanwhile, K swears that Sean (and probably me) are depressed because what you would consider midnight, we consider it noon. Yes, we’ll sleep from say 11am to 6pm, that’s not depression – that’s putting in over 16 hours of WORK overnight.
This cunt sleeps on the couch all damn day. I went to sleep at 11, after a very long couple of days of working on things. I woke up at 6 and she was in the exact same spot on the couch. If it weren’t for the fact that she’d gone out and got herself a shit load of junk food (also laying all over the damn house) she probably wouldn’t have left that spot at all. Who goes on ‘vacation’ and freaking sleeps on someone ELSE’s couch for 3 days? She had a bed at her disposal, one she slept in. But she decided to just camp out in the living room instead. So now when my dog is trying to get to her usual window seat, she gets shoved into a coffee table because it’s an inconvenience to her? I’d love to see what kind of conditions her fucking cats are living in.
Based on what I’ve heard she never opens a window and has thick drapes covering everything. Oh yea, she’s not depressed at freaking all! She finds the “down” with everything. You could walk in saying “I won a million dollars” and she’d fucking give you 10 reasons why things are wrong with the world and add it to how “that never happens to me”. Dipshit! Read the fucking secret will you? You’re constantly shitting on everyone else, maybe it’s called fucking karma and you aren’t deserving of anything but a kick in the face or a chuck in that nifty 800¬? oven – ever think of that?
I’m too heated at the moment to even continue. I’m close to just throwing the monitor across the room so I can hit something. ugh.