My Safe Place to Posty Vent
Dear D.N.P.,
The time has finely arrived where i will no longer let your narcissistic, drama fed ego be the premier focus of my world. While there is ample room in my universe for many people and their all encompassing lives, there is room in your micro sized universe for only you. I therefore am moving you to the "junk" folder and in due time, as i do nothing to pay attention to you, you shall fade from my existence.
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Dear Crackhead Cracker Neighbor,
Your voice at normal decibels, is probably quite pleasing. Due to your heroin-fried brains need to converse at all times at a shrill shriek, however you are very irritating. I truly do not need to know AT YOUR ABSOLUTE LOUDEST VOICE how you take it up the ass and like it.
I appreciate the fact that as a woman that you are skilled at using the word "no", many out there aren't. But screaming it constantly, over and over again at the loudest your voice can project, well it is starting to lose it's effectiveness.
The decaying automobiles in your yard are not exquisite works of modern art, i am sorry to say. Neither is the laundry that has been hanging from your railing for the past 5 weeks. the same laundry. not moved.
The decaying snake that you let starve to death is not a "martha stuart" approved decoration for your front porch.
It is animal cruelty.
Leaving your dog outside chained up with only water and no food isn't a very good idea in this neighborhood of over-zealous animal parents.
I didn't even know until last week that you had another dog trapped inside and never let outside.
I now have animal services on speed dial.
I am certain that none of this means a thing to you as you have a constant supply of people who will keep you high.
The fact that you shoot up with your aunt and father is,...priceless.
I am almost at the end of my politeness faze. I am intelligent, creative and have learned much from you on how to work the system and be a raging bitch.
It's ON.
The time has finely arrived where i will no longer let your narcissistic, drama fed ego be the premier focus of my world. While there is ample room in my universe for many people and their all encompassing lives, there is room in your micro sized universe for only you. I therefore am moving you to the "junk" folder and in due time, as i do nothing to pay attention to you, you shall fade from my existence.
~
Dear Crackhead Cracker Neighbor,
Your voice at normal decibels, is probably quite pleasing. Due to your heroin-fried brains need to converse at all times at a shrill shriek, however you are very irritating. I truly do not need to know AT YOUR ABSOLUTE LOUDEST VOICE how you take it up the ass and like it.
I appreciate the fact that as a woman that you are skilled at using the word "no", many out there aren't. But screaming it constantly, over and over again at the loudest your voice can project, well it is starting to lose it's effectiveness.
The decaying automobiles in your yard are not exquisite works of modern art, i am sorry to say. Neither is the laundry that has been hanging from your railing for the past 5 weeks. the same laundry. not moved.
The decaying snake that you let starve to death is not a "martha stuart" approved decoration for your front porch.
It is animal cruelty.
Leaving your dog outside chained up with only water and no food isn't a very good idea in this neighborhood of over-zealous animal parents.
I didn't even know until last week that you had another dog trapped inside and never let outside.
I now have animal services on speed dial.
I am certain that none of this means a thing to you as you have a constant supply of people who will keep you high.
The fact that you shoot up with your aunt and father is,...priceless.
I am almost at the end of my politeness faze. I am intelligent, creative and have learned much from you on how to work the system and be a raging bitch.
It's ON.