You know what pisses me off?
When I unblock Michael, tell him that I hope that we can be friends someday and remind him that this action is charity… and he tells me that he’s tired of my bullshit.
OH, I AM SO GOING TO A PAWN SHOP TODAY AND GETTING RID OF THAT FUCKING RING. I want my motherfucking money for that motherfucking abortion.
And if I do that, I can afford to take Ryan out to dinner on his motherfucking birthday.
FUCK THIS EVER LOVING FUCKING RAT ASS SHIT. I hate that motherfucking fuckstain cucumber dick asshole more than my heart can even hold. I have to hate that motherfucker down to my fucking toes and you know what? I’m tired of renting out that space to such a WASTE OF GOD-GIVEN LIFE.
He needs to die a terrible, horrible, twice-warmed-over DEATH in some pond somewhere with piranhas. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate that motherfucker. I hate him.
I HATE HIM.
…Sorry about all this.
