Thursday, July 31, 2008
I have a moment of free time and I thought I'd catch this story up to date.
I actually gave them 10 days to move. On the 10th day, the mobile home was off my land and they were gone. On the 10th day, my city water was disconnected and we went back on well water - for undisclosed reasons. That's a big old laugh in Randy's face for trying to throw his trash in my yard. I sold everything he left and got enough money to put us back on city water! ROFLMAO
They showed up out here with a flatbed trailer to pick up the storage building and that is the last time I have seen them. Hopefully that is the last time I will see them - ever.
I have had several individuals tell me the kind of crap Marie has spread behind my back, but she needs to try to keep her stories consistent because some of the things I'm hearing are so farfetched that I can't fathom how anyone would be dumb enough to believe it. Though they're dumb enough to believe it, I sure hope they're smart enough to NOT get on my bad side.
Someone has been mysteriously writing me emails and making video comments and things, creating fake MySpace and YouTube accounts so they can try to drag conversations out of me (or a fight it would seem). I can't imagine who it could be but there's this magical cure for that - it's called the Federal Bureau of Investigation. They love to intercept things like that, and at this point they are tracking whoever left the last threatening comment on my YouTube site, which I find HYSTERICAL. Stupid, stupid people.
They never learn.
I will not fight with them, because I refuse to enter into a battle of wits with retards. It's not fair and, well, I wouldn't want them to never have a feeling of accomplishment.
The fighting is over. I win. You lose. Game over.
Bitch.
To recap for my very few long-lost acquaintances who did NOT know about all this…
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
HA HA HA
I know Randy won't like me gloating, but I just have to say that after Marie's friend called me on my job today I feel like I have a right to gloat a little over this. Of course, the friend changed her tune after I explained to her the actual FACTS of the situation. Now she doesn't want to hear from Marie and really neither does anyone else down here.
Randy shut off Marie's phone AND her internet!
Now, you hateful, vengeful, pot-stirring, gutter-slut, use someone else's minutes to plague the world because Randy's through paying for your drama!! WOO HOO!!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Carrying on the blog - part 14 - Christopher's mother
Current mood: vengeful
Category: vengeful Romance and Relationships
Monday, April 21, 2008
Christopher's mom
Current mood: mischievous
Category: Blogging
Okey doke, first of all at first I didn't know where exactly in Tennessee that Katie and Christopher went (nor care, I can assure you - just mirthful she was gone from here). I did not even remember Christopher's last name, but apparently miss pot stirrer told Christopher's mom that I posted on my MySpace that they were in Tennessee. Well, I didn't. I mean, until NOW that is, LOL.
Now, as for you, miss thing, calling my number and leaving hateful messages, I will be posting that message up on my YouTube as well so everyone can know what a stupid bitch you are too. Yay for you and leaving dumb-assed sounding messages on a technologically sound individual's cell phone.
No, you don't know me. You pretend not to want drama, but you called me, I didn't call you. You did not call me and ask me if I had put that they were in Covington, Tennessee on my blog, you just assumed because of something that lying-assed whore said to you. Well, guess what sista, you just messed up. I am the one who stops the freaking drama in its path. I do not want anymore of this horse shit at my house, on my phone, on my blog or anywhere else. You can screw with a stupid person, but I am not the bitch with whom to fuck anymore. I have HAD IT UP TO MY EYES with the likes of common street trash thinking they are good enough to address me. Here's a hint - YOU'RE NOT!
So, do what you do best - go blow a banana.....and (in language you might be able to comprehend) keep dem saggy titties put up, girl, your hot days (if they ever were) are ova!
Don't try to deny it - I have the photos you sent my phone. A common hooker (not even a well-paid hooker or even lady of the evening) is all you sound like it to me.
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ADDENDUM
Well, I did realize after doing a search for Christopher's phone number that I had actually posted the number from which I received ugly text messages and ugly photos of a woman performing fellatio on a banana. I did not KNOW it was Christopher's phone number, but I was told it was, and I completely forgot about that post until this weird woman just kept on calling me and texting me about taking it down off of HER MySpace (and there were a few choice adjectives spicing up the demand for action).
Let me just tell you one thing, and let me make THIS one thing perfectly clear, I do not like being TOLD what to do. I do not like being ACCUSED of doing things I have not done (yet). I do not like common hookers (or women who act like them) calling my phone and having the nerve to speak to me or my family. You are beneath me, woman, and so is anyone who would use language like that directed at a complete stranger, of whom you know not one single fact save the digits that lead to hearing what you believe to be my voice.
I do not know you either, but would certainly never send you photographs of me with any part of a fruit (or anything else) dangling from my mouth (or any other orifice). I would never use the kind of low, common language that you used when you addressed me, and I would never, EVER accuse someone of being trash until they gave me good solid reason PERSONALLY to believe it was so.
Now, I'll break it to you real slow, you will not, no matter how much you threaten and how much you harass, get an answer from someone other than the voices in your head, when you ask someone a question on a voice mail message. "Do you hear me?" seemed to be a theme throughout your messages and I'll be the first to tell you, yep, I heard you, and the parts of it that were not broken up due to the fact that you were bellowing into the microphone were fairly clear, though somewhat gutter-slut verbiage.
Woman, get off the booze. You have a grown son living back in your hovel and he has delivered more drama than you will ever know right into your own home with Katie. That little girl is a bundle of drama. She is five drama queens built into a 100 pound shell. You just THINK you've seen excitement and adventure, do yourself a favor and ask around Arkansas (any part, pretty much) about Katie and they'll ALL be glad to tell you what they went through. My son Zack is the first one that can share with you the misadventures of dating and loving one Katie. My son is 20 in June and he learned the hard way that Marie and Katie cannot be trusted.
I don't know you. I don't WANT to know you. I don't care what happens to you. I don't care what happens to Katie OR to Christopher. I do not care what happens to Marie (except that she never try coming back here). I tried caring and that got me nowhere. I tried to be nice and that backfired. Now, get a clue, I have proof that you have harassed me and I will use it if I need to. I have no reason to currently because your harassment really doesn't take that much time out of my day. Should that type of thing begin, I can assure you I can and will put an end to it in short order.
I do not fear you or your kind and never have. Just leave well enough alone. You advertised to half of the occupants of the restaurant in which we were dining this evening that you were without, so let's just leave it at that.
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
"'til death do us part"
Current mood: cantankerous
Category: Blogging
I made my profile private today and STILL managed 93 views. Is that incredible or what? I cannot WAIT 'til tomorrow. I just get better looking every day!
Oh, and there's a slight possibility that the drama will be gone from my life within the next few weeks. When that trailer moves out of here, I swear I may cry. Just knowing that no matter how long I live, where I go and when I go there, no matter what company I keep, I never have to see Marie or Katie ever again for the rest of my life!!!! I will miss the shit out of Randy, because honest to Pete I did love him. I loved him with my entire heart and he just ripped it out of my chest acting like an asshole over that trash he calls a wife (the aforementioned "Marie"). Still, as it was in the beginning of all this, it was his choice to take her back or to divorce her. I just gave him the tools, I didn't build the house for him.
God love him and his foolishness. Little does he know "'til death do us part" may come sooner rather than later - as he tends to get somewhat suicidal when he's with Marie. I just want no more to do with any of them if this is the way they repay kindness.
Here - lemme put this out there. If you're friends with Marie - don't call me and don't text me and don't write me and don't visit my page. If you cause trouble for me related to Marie, I will definitely cause trouble for you related to ME. If you're friends with Randy, you need to realize that he is no longer friends with me and that may cause a problem because our opinions will tend to differ. I'm not mad at any of our mutual friends, don't get me wrong, but I want this drama gone and I ALWAYS get my way in the end. Usually without becoming white trash, low or using foul language. Hee hee.
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Carrying on the blog - part 10
Current mood: vengeful
Category: vengeful Friends
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
"'til death do us part"
Current mood: cantankerous
Category: Blogging
I made my profile private today and STILL managed 93 views. Is that incredible or what? I cannot WAIT 'til tomorrow. I just get better looking every day!
Oh, and there's a slight possibility that the drama will be gone from my life within the next few weeks. When that trailer moves out of here, I swear I may cry. Just knowing that no matter how long I live, where I go and when I go there, no matter what company I keep, I never have to see Marie or Katie ever again for the rest of my life!!!! I will miss the shit out of Randy, because honest to Pete I did love him. I loved him with my entire heart and he just ripped it out of my chest acting like an asshole over that trash he calls a wife (the aforementioned "Marie"). Still, as it was in the beginning of all this, it was his choice to take her back or to divorce her. I just gave him the tools, I didn't build the house for him.
God love him and his foolishness. Little does he know "'til death do us part" may come sooner rather than later - as he tends to get somewhat suicidal when he's with Marie. I just want no more to do with any of them if this is the way they repay kindness.
Here - lemme put this out there. If you're friends with Marie - don't call me and don't text me and don't write me and don't visit my page. If you cause trouble for me related to Marie, I will definitely cause trouble for you related to ME. If you're friends with Randy, you need to realize that he is no longer friends with me and that may cause a problem because our opinions will tend to differ. I'm not mad at any of our mutual friends, don't get me wrong, but I want this drama gone and I ALWAYS get my way in the end. Usually without becoming white trash, low or using foul language. Hee hee.
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Carrying on the blog - part 11
Current mood: vengeful
Category: vengeful Romance and Relationships
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
I'm not really in an "open" marriage
Current mood: shocked
Category: Romance and Relationships
Seriously, you guys, with a husband that looks like mine do you genuinely think I'd be foolhardy enough to turn him loose on the free world? I mean with all the unsuspecting women out there? I'm not that mean. LOL
I might've mentioned earlier, do not read more into things than are there. Just because someone tells you they have an "open marriage" does not mean they are open to having sexual relationships with other people, it just means they are not chained to the other one in ownership in our case.
Still, in worrying over all the bull leavins next door (yes the Q is silent), I have managed to work myself into a swell case of IBS (irritable bowel syndrome to the layperson). I'm afraid I have an awful time keeping the digestive processes functioning as they are supposed to. This is okay because I could've stood to lose a metric ton or two, but still it was not my intention to grind my molars down to a fine, powdery silt in the process.
In the beginning, Husband and My Dark Side (against the advice and wisdom of practically every single human being that they knew) allowed Randy and Marie and Daughter to move into their home and to move this mobile home onto their property. They cut down several gorgeous hardwood trees in the process. They dug ditches and trenches and set footers and basically ruined the land for anything else, unless one wanted to have several dump trucks full of soil brought in, then you have the run-off to worry over.
Well, that's just us. We're just the kind of people who will give someone the shirt off our back. We're the kind of folks that will lay down and let someone we love just crap all over us (not literally - that is gross), HOWEVER, and I must stress this, after the crapping has taken place, there is no wiping of the ass on us.
Over the ensuing months, Marie allowed Katie to move back in - and this is on the cusp of Katie bringing no end of drama to my front door. I allowed her daughter to move back in because I loved Marie (for all her trashiness) and I wanted her to have her daughter if that's what would make her happy. Screw me in the ear for being nice to someone, right?
So Katie moves in and just a few weeks later gets into a massive skirmish with Zack's girlfriend Kristin in which Kristin kicks Katie in the back of the neck for sleeping with Zack. In retrospect - YOU GO KRISTIN. LOL
Then Zack moved out in September and that was rough, but somewhere in the midst of all this, we had a falling out. Somewhere during this period of time Marie and I stopped communicating. It seemed to get worse after Katie moved out to go live with her brother in Alaska. Yeah, Marie's son ran all the way to Alaska to get away from the tyrant. Anyway, Katie caused drama up there too so she had to come back. I know that Marie and one of her friends paid for a ticket for her to come back on the bus.
After Katie came home, all hell broke loose. She just kinda let her hair down and went wild and did her own thing and well, that was Katie. We really tried to stay out of it. Then just after the first of the year, that person who makes me feel compassion and sympathy went on vacation and I started kind of telling things how they were. I stopped putting on the brakes all the time and took 3-4 steps out of bounds and waited for someone to blow the whistle. Guess what? NO FREAKING WHISTLE!!!
So I started going out with friends and hanging out with friends and first of Feb got a job and that was great, then first of March I got a car (complete with car payment - first time in 3 years), and that was nice. Then all this sewage came to the surface with Randy and Marie and blah blah blah on the phone and guess what?
I was told by my boss that I was no longer needed on 4/22! Yes. Not sure what the REAL reason was, and don't especially care, but I did manage to lose my new job. Now, don't get me wrong, my feelings aren't hurt in the SLIGHTEST. He said that I'm way too smart for the job and I'm going to end up getting him in trouble because I'm "too honest" with people. Well, I can live with that if that is the real reason. If I ever find out that any of these whores had anything to do with me losing my job, however, I promise you this, as God is my eternal witness - I will spend what is left of my life making sure theirs is miserable....and I am a nasty, evil, butthole when I'm stirred up (but you'd have never known that if I hadn't told you, huh). LOL
I'm good now. I have until like the second week in May to find something else. I think what I'm going to end up doing is working the next couple of weeks and then just coming home and doing MT again. If I'm at home I can spend 99% of my day blogging my thoughts and 1% sleeping. Actually I will have to work so like 97% blogging, 1% sleeping and 2% working. Wait, I do have to eat and use the potty. Well, I'll work out the details later.
Just thought I'd share that less than banner moment in My Dark Side's world.
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2667 Blog Views (84 just today 4/22/08)
Current mood: busy
Category: Blogging
This is so much fun. I just keep updating this one with new numbers every day.
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Carrying on the blog - part 12 - and the truth comes out
Current mood: vengeful
Category: vengeful Romance and Relationships
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Betrayal goes both ways
Current mood: betrayed
Well, once again I chose strange bedfellows as friends…wait, or is that strange friends as bedfellows.
Randy started with the "I love you's" months ago, long before Marie caught on. Long before Katie caught on. As a matter of fact, it was long before anyone recognized his infatuation with me. I told Husband from the beginning though, and that was what inspired Husband's "open relationship" statement. He wanted to see if Randy thought that we had an open relationship if he would make a move on me.
Answer?
Yes.
Our little experiment in human behavior started many weeks ago when Randy was getting fed up with Marie's constant abuse and daily insults hurled at Randy's daughter, Daughter. He began to talk to me about these things, and followed by an acute sense that I understood his plight, he began to make suggestions like "I want to do you in your car" and mouthing the words "I love you" when nobody was looking. Seriously, I thought he was joking about all of it.
Then one day everyone was going to go on a bike ride. Marie suggested that I ride with Randy, Ronnie's bike was not working so Randy had to push-start it. We went to the Suzuki dealership and when we left there we stopped to get something to drink at the next gas station down the road. Marie told Randy (as she always does - bossing people around like she IS somebody) to go in and get "everyone" something to drink. Well, apparently "everyone" entailed herself, Lana, Ronnie and Randy. "Everyone" did not include Margaret and I, and yet Marie called me her "best friend" (at least to my face).
So I went in to get something to drink and while I was in there Randy walked up behind me and grabbed my hips and ground his pelvis against my butt and said "you know you want it, don't you". I answered in the most sarcastic tone I could muster "yes, of course I do, Randy, right here in the gas station" and I walked off and paid for my things and we all managed to get back on the bikes and leave.
Later on it was discovered that Marie had been talking about hating the fact that I was riding on the back of Randy's bike. Interesting, since SHE is the one who forced the issue, not me.
Following this little excursion the text messages began. Randy sent me pictures of himself (which I posted on MySpace - and they were taken with his phone and sent to me, I was at work and he was at the local lounge with Lester, they later came and got me and we went to lunch), pictures of himself naked just getting out of the shower, sent "I love you" no less than 500 times in a matter of a few weeks. He called me when he was alone and he came to see me in town when Marie was still here. He just made the excuse that he was going into town to "pay a bill" or "look at saddle bags" or whatever. Oh, and should he deny it, my boss and my co-worker both saw him come into my office - BEFORE Marie left. Marie had NO CLUE that he was coming to see me or going to lunch with me.
As a matter of fact, think about what time it was when you ran into Randy with the flat tire….he was just coming back from seeing me while I was on lunch!
Think about the evenings that he came home late from work…
That's because he was meeting up with me somewhere to talk about you behind your back. I do have photographs. Several of them… Husband saw every single text, every single photo and knew every single comment - the entire time.
Let's put it this way, the text messages he sent me were so explicit that my husband read them and nearly went off the deep end. Actually, he did go off the deep end for about 45 seconds and then realized that there was just no way.
Funny thing about Randy, you know? He admitted most of this in front of Ronnie and Lana one fateful night. He admitted that he had wanted to kiss me for a long time and almost did the night that Margaret moved the last of her stuff in off the trailer and they were taking the trailer back to Rob, but as he said I "walked off with Margaret" so he figured he'd better not.
Now, anytime you think you "got this" Marie, think again. I do have the emails he sent me before you left town saved in my inbox and they are something that I cannot forge and cannot fake (just like the IMs that he read that YOU wrote that were also not forged or faked and I proved that). Anytime you think he won't stray, think again. I know better. You had one saving grace, the fact that my marriage wasn't actually "open" and I don't cheat (unlike SOME people I know who cheated on her husband so many times that he can't even recall all the names). Poor Kay. She feels so guilty. Like she said to Randy, "you were supposed to fu*k her, not marry her, stupid!" LOL
Why won't Randy perform oral on you? Did you ever really wonder about that? Well he told me. Yeah, you told K.W. all about how Randy just stuck it in dry. You told everybody how you did not get turned on by him, but that K.W. made you all excited. Meanwhile, K.W. wouldn't touch you to scratch you. That is too funny to me.
Anyway, there is more, I just have too much work to do this evening to contemplate continuing to mess with the likes of you or him for that matter.
The bridge is burning….better put it out quick Wry…
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Carrying on the blog - part 13
Current mood: vengeful
Category: vengeful Friends
Seriously, spellcheck or don't post
Current mood: happy
Category: Blogging
From time to time I have committed the ultimate blogger foul – I forget to spell check.
I, however, can honestly say that my current status is generally at least to some degree both grammatically and phonetically understandable. Please, someone, kindly explain to me what "I LOVE MY HUSBAND RANDY I wish people would mine there own shit" is supposed to mean. I am serious.
She wants someone to mine shit?
She wants someone to mine over there and own some shit?
Where does she want people to mine and why would anyone (but her) want shit?
Now, Marie, if you meant to say "I love my husband, Randy, and I wish people would mind their own business" then once again I have translated what you prefer to call language into something that normal folk can comprehend. Instead of taking classes in psychology, perhaps you ought to learn how to properly use the English language.
Is this a personal attack on Marie? Sure, why not?
As for "loving" people, you would not know how to love someone if there was a guide for it written in layman's terms, possibly on a kindergarten level! Your capacity to bring the happiest person down to your morose, depressed, sad, pathetic and hateful level is practically unsurpassed, but "love"? Hardly.
You don't LOVE Randy anyway, you just want to get back in his good graces so he'll sell his home and move somewhere else so you can move back in with him and mooch off him some more. Well, as it has always been, that is Randy's choice. I choose who steps foot on my land, Randy chooses who steps foot on that pillow-top mattress – as I well know. If you are the kind of trash that Randy chooses to spend what's left of his life with, then I guess it beats masturbation, but I'd certainly rather cut mine off than to lay with the likes of you.
Randy did tell me a few things about you, personal things that were disturbing to say the very least. Shall I post those? Nah. I'm a mean, hateful, vindictive bitch, but some pillow talk needs to be left in the bedroom, doesn't it? LOL
Lady says she is loving the Nikon. She takes it everywhere. We have just GOT to get these pictures posted!!!
Pine away for it and just pretend to know what I know about the future.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Kiss my ass
Current mood: vengeful
So, this is what I'm thinking right now, this afternoon at 4:30. What I'm thinking is that I want to beat the living fuck out of that sorry bitch and everything associated with her for ever coming near me in the first place. I want to go to where she is and grab her by her neck(s) and begin punching her in that ugly assed face of hers until she is unconscious and fucking bleeding from her ass or something.
Right now, at this moment, I want to drive over to where Randy is working, snatch him up by his blond hair and pop him directly in the fucking eye too. Just hit him HARD. Hit him so hard his momma fucking feels it and grabs her eye and goes "what the fuck?"
Right now, I want to call everyone I know and say which one of you motherfuckers took it upon yourself to hack my password to my e-mail and change it so I couldn't get into it? Guess what, you stupid, corn-eatin', rank-statch havin' bitch - I am not that stupid cunt you think I am and I figured it all out without calling someone to help me. I didn't send an email to MySpace and beg them to change my password because I signed up with an att.net email and then failed to pay the bill and didn't change my email before they shut me down. Instead of calling att and telling them to transfer your service to a free yahoo account, because you're a dumb bitch, you just begged MySpace for help. They don't care, fat whore, they just laughed at you.
So I don't have to name names, everybody who reads this knows who that stupid bitch is. I think everyone knows that I have multiple personalities and they have now split into two people. The first person, the nice one, is sitting over there on Universal sad and betrayed, hurt and upset, and feeling like the very life has been stomped out of her. She is so depressed because Randy has chosen to abandon her and hurt her like this. She and Randy had plans this summer. They had plans to trade in his bike and get a bigger one so they could go cruising this summer, since that fat bitch was going to be out of his life for good.
Randy and that person had great plans for riding that bike long distances and taking some vacation time so they could go and see the sites and Randy even said he'd take care of her if Husband ever left her. Yeah, this was the relationship between my other half and me.
This half of the personality is a vengeful, hateful, goddamned bitch that can't stand motherfuckers who take advantage of good people like my other half. This part of me is a witch, a natural witch with power that nobody could ever understand to control the world around me AND the people around me. I don't do it because there are repercussions for every action, but I sure do want to right now. Right now I want to hex that bitch so that her fucking eyeballs sink back in her head and fall out her asshole. Right now I want to hex Randy so that he can't think of anything but evicting that fucking whore he's married to out of his life and his heart.
I WANT to do a lot of things, but my other half is in control today. I have just enough strength to write this blog and vent my hatred and frustration. I have just enough control to do that, but no more. One of these days, while she is sleeping, I'm going to be My Dark Side and I'm going to take over. I'm not going to let her rule anymore and I'm not going to let people hurt her anymore.
And here's another thing, if you turn on her now - God help your ass. She has befriended you, and she trusts you, but I don't. She trusts you to be her friend and to be honest with her - but you've already lied and kept things from her and I know about that. She is a good person, you fucking psycho, and I will hurt you if you hurt her. Swear to it.
Just remember. There are two of us. Neither one of us are happy with the way things are going, but My Dark Side is the half, the dark half, that will do something. She will not.
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Friday, April 25, 2008
No, this is a new post - you haven't read this yet
Current mood: vengeful
Category: vengeful Friends
Friday March 25, 2008
Now I have been accused of a lot of things in my day and I have witnessed a great number of ignorant acts over the last 38 years, but this one has to take the banana (no pun intended).
Randy has decided, and announced to everyone in earshot, that because I started some "shit on MySpace" he's going to pack up his ditty bag and head on out. What I mean to say, in the plainest of terms, is that he is either selling his trailer or letting it go back and he is moving himself and his 17 year old son somewhere and telling people that the reason why is that I "started some shit on MySpace".
Ok, first of all, who in their right mind is going to believe that?
Second of all, who in their right mind would turn on someone who has actually stuck their neck out above and beyond the boundaries of being a good friend for them?
Third of all, who would sleep with or marry that nasty assed bitch Marie? Oh, yeah that's right, Randy did all three.
Honestly, people, I have renamed everyone in this blog but you'd have to be completely out of your wits not to figure out who they were. For the love of Christ almighty, what are these people thinking?
1. Marie marries this man and has kids with him and cheats on him every chance she gets with everything wielding a penis on an Army base from the late 80's until the mid 90's. Isn't that nice? She was actually caught red-handed by her husband!
2. Marie and the husband move to Arkansas to make a fresh start (and because the husband loved the area and wanted to escape the nastiness that Marie had caused back on the base). Marie almost immediately begins having an affair with Randy in front of her children
3. Marie and her husband divorce and she almost immediately, in the same year, marries Randy. Randy's friend, who hooked this loose woman up with him for a good time since he had just gone through a nasty divorce a year before, was mortified that he had taken vows with this disgusting old saddle tramp. She dressed like a dyke, walked like a man, talked like she had single-handedly won WWII with a pen knife and a loose-leaf notebook, she never wore make up (unless she was trying to get laid by some "strange") and refused to fix her ratty, unkempt hair! The attraction?
4. Randy introduces his small children to Marie and her small children. They're like stair-steps.
5. Randy's children move in with them.
6. Marie and her children abuse Randy's children and Randy sits back on his ass and lets it happen because … well who knows why. Maybe he was afraid of her.
7. Marie makes sure both of Randy's children are alienated from him.
8. Randy buys Marie a home in a nice neighborhood.
9. Randy buys Marie a nice vehicle that they got a bad deal on.
10. Randy buys Marie another vehicle that his dad was getting rid of.
11. Randy buys Marie a $100,000 home and moves it onto the lot of My Dark Side and Husband.
12. Randy buys Marie a very expensive scooter.
13. Randy buys Marie a very expensive laptop.
14. Randy buys Marie whatever she wants, and meanwhile Marie is torturing Randy's daughter to his face and behind his back, yet he does nothing to stop it. Eventually Randy's daughter moves out.
15. Marie leaves Randy because he's being a bastard. She comes back a few days later.
16. Marie leaves Randy again because he's being a bastard. She comes back a few days later. (repeat this exercise four to five more times)
17. Marie flirts with K.W., a friend of My Dark Side's and propositions him.
18. Marie accuses Randy of having an affair with My Dark Side. Takes two to tango. She should've asked My Dark Side instead of jumping to conclusions.
19. Marie decides to leave Randy after she accuses him of raping her.
20. Marie leaves.
21. My Dark Side and all the other friends confront Randy and tell him the truth about Marie now that she's no longer in the picture.
22. Randy asks for a divorce.
23. Marie convinces him to change his mind.
24. Randy complies, like the good little bitch, and turns his back on My Dark Side, the one friend who stood by him through his bullshit no matter how tough the going got.
So now we are waiting. We do not know what's going to happen next. Randy sent me a text last night saying "You don't have to worry we are packing everything up and they will come and pick up this home off your land". Well needless to say, that was confusing as hell when I didn't know the facts.
Needless to say, after some serious digging I discovered that someone had been feeding Marie some information that she had been shaking up in a mixer and then feeding Randy. She had told Randy that Husband and I were going to come over to his house and tell him to pack and move because of a comment that someone else wrote on my blog! Believe it or not, he didn't even look. He just fell for it.
Well, then upon further reflection, come to find out that this disgusting old bitch has at least one friend left in Arkansas who will send her shit and this equally revolting drunken, gambling piece of dirt was going to my blogs and copying them and emailing them to Marie at her sister's house! I know Marie wasn't forwarding them to Randy because, well I just know, but she was calling him and telling him what they said, only not verbatim. No, hell no, there's no way she could've said what they really said.
She made him put his profile as private and take me off his list of friends so that not only could I not view his page, but he could no longer view mine to find out the truth. Apparently people who aren't my friends can't really view my stuff on that site. Yay for me. Not anymore they can't anyway.
Well, he is carrying stuff out of the house over to Lana and Ronnie's house and then apparently he has told Daughter that he is going to be moving. She hasn't let on where and I haven't asked because frankly I don't care. I do know one thing, I will be glad when that God forsaken trailer is off my property and although I love him still (but I'm dealing with the pain by staying angry), I never have to see his face again or that sorry assed Marie or Katie.
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Monday, April 28, 2008
That bitch had the nerve to come back to Arkansas!
Current mood: vengeful
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I was trying to be nice. I was trying to say that Randy could stay as long as he liked for the sake of the children and for the sake of whatever emotion I had left for Randy, but I'll be damned if he didn't drag that good for nothing fucking whore back on my land again today! Yes, she drove two states just to walk back onto my land and shove it in my face that she could and there wasn't a thing I could do.
Randy fucked himself. I served him with an eviction notice. Since we have no lease, I can legally give him ten days to get his shit and get off my property. That means he has to find someone to get this trailer off my land or else. Or else what is the question…..
What else can I do that I haven't already done?
I made sure her prized possession, the "scooter" was sold out from under her so she can never enjoy that again. Since her ex-husband's wife has been enjoying it for so long now, even if she somehow took it to court and got the thing back, it would still give me joy in knowing that Lady had it for a while and even if Marie ever used it again, she'd never be able to get the image out of her head that Lady had it once.
Naturally I called the sheriff's department, but apparently they had already called. I called them and told them that they were trespassing, but since I had already given them carte blanche to move that fucking trailer onto my property, now I have to deal with whatever guests they want to have at the house. Of course, I could go get a restraining order, which would mean that Marie would not be able to come within so many feet of me, which would then restrict her from the property, but I'm not going to go to that trouble. I already won. Why add to my victory by rubbing it in her face?
Aw, cause I'm that kind of bitch, that's why. Look out Marie. I'm going to see an attorney tomorrow - we're going to make sure you don't plague me anymore.
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Thursday, May 01, 2008
Despising that whore...
Current mood: hateful and nasty
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And cuntington J. bitch is right back in that house next door to me. Yeah, the cock-jockey whore is eating up knowing that I can't evict her in ten days. Nope, she has THIRTY. NOW THAT is hilarious. The funniest part is that it's not them I'm evicting, it's the TRAILER! LOL
Yeah, I alerted their mortgage company that the property to which they are the lienholder is on encumbered land. The owner of the land wants the trailer off or a court order will be issued removing the home. They have been moving their shit out of that trailer steadily for days and days and that fat whore is waddling up and down the steps to the front of the house, wiggling her big ole lard butt back and forth like a seasick cow (or a drunken walrus - yeah, I'm leaning toward walrus - her teeth are fucking GROSS). She's acting like normal bitch and that's okay too. I don't give a damn. He is simple enough to accept her for the nasty, manly, smelly, revolting, bad puss having sea slug she is. Poor dumb Randy. He doesn't have sense enough to come in out of the rain, let alone the consciousness to recognize rain in the first place.
I haven't actually laid eyes on the nasty, vile, disgusting, individual really until this morning. Randy, well his problem is that it's hard to get the big picture when you have such a small screen. Judging by the old saying, "What you don't know can't hurt you," Randy's practically invulnerable.
Randy had told someone that she was back on her hormones now and she had lost weight - where? According to what I saw, her muffin top had become an entire bundt cake encircling her ponderous girth! They say all that you are you owe to your parents. Why don't you send them a penny and square the account, bitch? Oh, that might be possible if her mother would ever have had anything to do with her. That's right. Her own mother refused to even lay eyes on her GRANDCHILDREN she hated that bitch so much! Can you fathom? That's some deep resentment there.
She kept talking about going to a spiritual guide to help her figure out things, well, look, don't go to a mind reader; go to a palmist; I know you've got a palm. Clearly you're too fucking stupid to have a brain.
Was that particularly insulting? Even for me? Yeah. It was. Fuck that bitch. I can be frank here, right? I can be honest. I can let it all hang out? FUCK THAT BITCH. I hope she gets hit by a truck.
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