*delete*

soooo I'm cleaning out my emails, cuz even though I've transitioned into my new career, it's new. they're tryna go easy on me...anyhoo, I come across this email from this slutbucket .... I'm sorry, this female I used to "date" for lack of a better work. Since I spoke on this issue before, I won't even get myself riled up. it was foolish on my behalf to trust my safety to anyone. Ms. Morrison tells me that all the time. I'm over it. No, I don't forgive her, but I acknowledge how I can only blame myself for allowing someone to have me in a space like that to begin with. Contrary to popular belief, there are some things not worth forgiving. She is one of them.

But you know what really pisses me off (said in Buddi's voice)? When someone apologizes in such a way as to make you realize that they are patronizing you, merely conducting the act of the apology just to appear righteous....when there are double and triple entendres littered through the piece (because clearly this type of apology is an artform of master manipulators) so as to have you question not only the motive of the communication, but the "real" message behind it, that is what really pisses me off.

The audacity of hoes.

This is ooo so typical of this said slutbucket (screw it, she is one). I almost responded viciously and without compassion; instead, I decided to ignore her. Or did I? Sometimes it's hard for me to discern what's even real anymore.

Nonetheless, in this message she mentioned one of two things:

1. She reads my blog. To that I say, "Good for you. My creativity and my ability to completely wipe someone out have nothing to do with each other. The more the merrier. Also, since you're probably reading this, it implies that you did not take my advice in previous communications to kill yourself. Do so immediately. Thank you."

2. She includes this:

ek het jou lief
ana behibek
bung srorlagn oun
mi aime jou
Ik hou van jou
ewedishalehu
je t'aime, je t'adore
ich liebe dich
ti amo
amo-te
333 (roman numerials...that one is tough)
mo ni fe
ndinokuda
seni seviyorum
phom rak khun
ua Here Vau Ia Oe


I dont know what the hell that means. one line in there, possibly two, is french. the rest....got me. The funny thing is I used to care enough to try and figure it out because anything she said was golden. These days I recognize spray paint don't shimmer quite so dull. *delete*