Daily Rantics

So, I get this long bloated untrue facebook message from Terri, telling me her son is more important than me, blah  blah, as if I didn't know that, as if I was self centred enough to EVEN THINK DIFFERENTLY, and of course, as usual, she was being an asshole assuming I think the worst of her because she didn't come, or didn't text me or something, in response to my last post.

THANKS for thinking SO HIGHLY of me, as to assume I would think you'd value Damien less than me, well fuck you. I NEVER EVER ONCE gave you that impression, so you can shut your pie hole.  YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MAD I AM. NO IDEA.  And not because you didn't show up, but because how you absolutely think nothing of me, you can't, because if you knew me, or thought anything of me, you wouldn't ASSUME I think I'm more important than Damien, or anyone else for that matter!

ALSO, thanks for thinking your so important I would dedicate a line in a post to you, seeming you have made SUCH an endearing mark on my life, blah blah bullshit.  People don't understand that if I have a problem with you, I'M GOING TO FUCKING TELL YOU. 

When during our whole entire friendship, did I never not be completely honest with you? When I'm angry with you, I let you know.  When you piss me off, or say something I don't like, I let you know.  When bad shit happens, I let you know. I don't ever scheme in the corner and plot my hate against you, or blog about how your a acting like an asshat. I TELL YOU.

Really, when are people going to stop thinking these things of me? I practice what I preach, I tell you when I'm miffed with you? I don't hold back? Why is it people would rather just jump to conclusions instead of talking about their problems with me before going bitchfacecrazy?

OH! and GUESS WHAT? The person who didn't show up even though just an hour before the shower, she told me she was coming, told me she was on her way, who was SUPPOSE to help with things, DIDN'T SHOW UP, didn't call, didn't answer my calls or texts, AND YOUR DAMN RIGHT I'M MAD AT HER. She doesn't read my blog, and I'm not going to call her out because of it, we've already had a few msn words, and we're not on speaking terms right now.  LIFE DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND YOU TERRI. 

But ask me now if I'm upset you didn't text or call or try to some how get ahold of me to say sorry in advance? yeah. I am hurt. But I've learned to expect very little from you.  I hope that one hurt too.
I'm not trying this with you.  You owe me an apology, and I hope you feel like crap, because you've just ruined my day.

I don't care how petty or ridiculous this sounds, but fuck you! fuck fuck fuck YOU! I can't believe you think so little of me.

UGH. There goes my attempt at keeping vulgarity out of my posts. FML.