Yes, I would. Stand back while I SPEW!
Thank you! (I owe you a huge amount of chocolate. And a hug. And a fiver!)
My supposed best friend. God, what a load of shit! She stalks me out here, you know? I’m sure she is reading this. Just like she asks the operator to break into my line just so she can see if I’m on the phone or not! Friend? No. Bitch. With wheels!
She hates all of my other friends. ALL of them. For the stupidest reasons. Even a member of my family, who is like GOLD to me, she hates. Because of some supposed comment he made YEARS ago. Forget and forgive? Not her! She has no fucking idea about that concept. Oh, unless she’s on the receiving end.
I’m sick and tiered of this game. I don’t want to be her friend anymore. She isn’t a good friend. She isn’t a very nice person. She basically likes herself. And that’s it. She has no other friends. She doesn’t date. She mooches off me and her family. She’s been doing this for 10 years. Her idea of having fun usually involves putting other people down. Especially for their weight or their physical appearance.
It’s okay if she goes sleeveless (she has stretch marks under her arms) but suggests to me that I shouldn’t because my arms are “too fat”. Fat my ass! I can pick her up, twirl her around, and not even hit my target heart rate! My arms are BIG. They are strong. If I go sleeveless, you will notice just how buff I am. I think that’s what bugs her. Don’t want anyone to think I’m your weightlifting lesbian lover, do you?
ARGGGG! I think my head is just going to explode! I’ve never been so angry. And it all started with her e-mail to me. She hasn’t written back. If she does I will just delete it. And I’m not picking up the phone. Leave a fucking message. If you aren’t her, I’ll pick up.
And thank you again for letting me rant and rave this out.