Showing posts with label die already. Show all posts
Showing posts with label die already. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

It All Ends Today......

YES IT ALL ENDS TODAY.

Somehow my memory stick ended up in the washing machine....it had pictures from day the day the babies were born to present day...and no I don't have a back up.

Nat thinks she knows of a way to retrieve the information but i'm too melancholy to think positively.

I can't liiiiiiiiiive if living is without youuuuuuu, I can't liiiiiive, I can't take anymooooooore.

Goodbye dear friend.

Ah my dear Friend Lou. Harold said that once.

KILL ME!

Tuesday, 9 September 2008

Hmm Not So Much

eew eeew a thousand times eew.

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

Oh Just Die Or Something

Words escape me. She's promoting something or whatever.

Seriously?

Friday, 16 May 2008

She looks like a bride



She's not though. Not yet.

God, he's such a pussey, he is following her around whilst she promotes her new perfume, whatever man. Whatever.

Thursday, 1 May 2008

Congratulations

Happy 10th Wedding Anniversary. I'm real happy for you guys.


Not. Just...just don't. OK. Just don't.

Thursday, 27 March 2008

Ode To........

Recent events ie yesterday, has made my suppressed feeling resurface, and by that I mean what I think all the time.

I hate you. No, not in a dramz teenage way, more of a I would like to inflict the kind of violence that gets the 'some scenes may be disturbing' at the beginning of films.

You apparently have no purpose, some people could say its popping out kids, but you didn't even do that well. How you can go on knowing what an absolute failure, disappointment and generally psychotic person you are I really don't know.

For the time being my propaganda has had to be stopped, but that's only to pacify the people who have strangely started sticking up for you, which might I add is 23 years too late. I've had a lifetime of knowing every little sordid detail of you life and it's not something I'm going to forget, and I'm not going to let you forget it either.

My only comfort is that I know implicitly that I am better than you. I'm prettier than you. I'm nicer than you. I'm funnier than you. I have a nicer ass than you. If I wanted to I could steal your 'man', that's a big fear of yours ey? Cos you couldn't even stop your pathetic excuse of a husband from shagging just about anything he came across. However I would never stoop to the level of the type of 'men' you go for. BTW remember when you were 23 I was at junior school with your 'man'. Does that seem right to you? I don't know maybe it's just me..................

I'm not going to stop. Ever. I will continue to tell people every little thing you have done. oh and also stop talking to my friends.