I hate brandon and iris! I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them! I hate everything that comes out of their mouths! I hate their stupid faces and their stupid LJ posts and their stupid stupid stupid stupid! GAAAAAHHHHHHH! And if YOU! Yes YOU! are friends with them, my opinion of YOU IS LESSENED! Don't try to sway me, I WON'T BE MOVED! I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them. I hate them so much I want to SPEND TIME hating them. I want to send them letters that read: I HATE YOU! I want to see them at a LAN when I come home and kick them BOTH in the face! And I would, if I wasn't so sure those asswipes would call the police for "assault". I want a nice, clean you-and-me-outside-right-now-knock-down-drag-out-bitch-brawl between ME and IRIS, maybe whoop some fucking humility into her. I want to show her that I'm better than her in EVERY way! I train my cats better, I feed them better, I make BEARABLE noises in bed, I'm prettier, I don't talk with a lisp, I could kick her ass in a fight, my man is better-looking and smarter, I can sew better, take better photographs, be a better weed-dealer, and I could even FLAME SOMEONE BETTER THAN SHE'S FLAMED ME!
Which, by the way, really pisses me off. But on my husband's advice, I chose not to give in to the taunts and name-calling right then and there, and instead wrote Brandon and email telling him that I want to pretend they don't exist and I'd appreciate it if they'd do the same.
I hate Iris more than I've ever hated anyone in my life (and I REALLY hate my mom). And I've given it almost two years for the roommate BULLSHIT to blow over. But my hatred only gets stronger, the more retarded LJ comments I read. I hated her when I lived in the dorms with her, and I hated her when I had to live with her at the Ship. She is the ONLY person that I have willingly and routinely STOLEN from to be malicious. When she started dealing pot from the Ship (which we ALL agreed we didn't want) and started over-charging HER ROOMMATES, I started pinching from her shit. Everyday, I went on the mission to find out where Iris hid her stash. Sometimes it was in the closet, other times, it was (purposefully?) buried deep within the dirty underwear drawer. And I pinched half a bowl from each eighth she had weighed up. I snickered under my breath when Iris had people over to sell them a bag and had to make excuses like, "Well, it weighed when I put it in the bag...It must have dried out some..."
And I'm not ashamed. Iris MAKES me want to bring HARDSHIP on her. Call me evil, but she brings out the absolute WORST in me. I could go on forever about how I feel she's wronged and angered me, but I won't. Not here at least.
So if anyone wants to not be my friend anymore because of this, please say so here and now. I want it to be CLEAR that I DON'T want to share ANY of my friends with that douchebag couple. I may be a bitch, but I've chosen my side. The line in the sand has been drawn.