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Gonna Party Like It's Ma' Birthday |
04.14.07 |
Guess what I'm doing this weekend, darlings? I'm going to Westport, Washington for my birthday party weekend! I'm gonna be a whole, whopping 34. Gosh, I'm getting old. Me and four of my girls are heading out this morning for surf and sand and mimosas (which are reported to turn you back to 25 - I swear!) It shall really be enchanting.
Mr. T's sister called last night, asking if I still had his car dumped on my property.
Excuse me? Well, gee. I'm sorry, I sure don't. Cuz remember that time about three weeks ago when I said it was an eyesore I didn't want it parked at my house anymore? Yeah.
Or how about the time it took you three attempts to come and get his belongings - after I called and called and called to make my home available to you to come and get his stuff?
Or even how about that time when I told you he hid my car key (with fob) as well as my house key outside and I couldn't find it, as well as the key to the truck my family friend loaned to us that he needed back? Do you remember that time? That was the time you didn't give a SHIT about my security or that of my family and property. Yeah, that time was a HOOT!
But then again, you were so good to us when you came and took everything of value from my home, including things that were rightfully mine. Remeber how you sold my property without my permission and instead of giving me the filthy lucre, you went ahead and "saved it for Mr. T's defense?" Woo, good times, good times.
So no, I'm sorry. Just like I told you, and just like the time table for removal I gave you reported, I had it towed. It's not here, and I sure don't give a SHIT if you found someone who wanted to buy it. Perhaps instead of telling me you planned on using me as your personal junk yard with or without my consent, you should have had just ONE FUCKING OUNCE OF HUMANITY in you and taken my feelings and needs into consideration. But then again, Mr. T didn't have that inside him, either. Perhaps your mama just didn't raise you right. Or perhaps you're all just a bunch of soulless, selfish users who take whatever the fuck you can from others and stomp their empty shell remains into the ground as you walk away. I don't know, perhaps I'm wrong - but I really doubt it.
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