Thu, 27 Dec 2007
05:07
Legally known as "Cece".
Remember four years ago -- just like now, right around Christmas -- when you assaulted my wife from behind, as she was walking away? Then whined and lied through your teeth about how you felt "threatened" and you were "defending yourself"? And she lost her job, while you got to keep yours?
Yeah. I remember, too.
Unlike my wife, I'm not a nice person. She'll smile and swallow your shit until the end of time, just to avoid rocking the boat. But when someone pisses on me, I don't call it rain.
And I heard all about your latest trick. How Kim -- out of the goodness of her heart, and despite the fact that she was sick -- volunteered to help her mother organize and set up the post office Christmas dinner. How everyone was so glad to see her, most of them having known her since she was a kid. But you -- who don't even bother to attend these social events in the workplace -- the second you found out Kim was there, you went straight to the manager that doesn't like her mom, who told her she had to leave. In the middle of a snowstorm. And find her own ride home.
It must have really chapped your ass when someone gave her a ride, and refused to punch out to do it.
That you have the audacity to proclaim yourself a Christian woman is beyond laughable -- it beggars the imagination that the heavens don't open at such a statement and rain bolts of lightning upon you. You are no Christian. You are a coward, a liar, and a shitheel; a pustulent sore on the anus of the human race.
You are beneath contempt. You have no class, and you have no soul.
I'm sure the moment you read this, you'll go whining to someone about how it makes you feel "threatened". Rest assured -- I wouldn't sully the back of my hand with your ugly face. Hell, I wouldn't piss down your throat if you were dying of thirst. And a restraining order against me would be extremely amusing, considering that I never want to be within a country mile of someone so utterly vile and reprehensible as you.
But you've fucked with the woman I love for the last time, and I put you on notice: You will reap the consequences of your actions. That's not a threat -- it's a promise. Because it doesn't take a Nostradamus to see that someday, you'll fuck with someone who doesn't have my sense of self-restraint. Someone who doesn't consider you beneath their contempt, who will give you precisely what you deserve.
You want to try me? Bring it on. I'm not afraid of you, or your lies.
Because they're all you've got.
Rot in hell, fuck off, and die.
Hey, cunt
