It's been so long since we talked to or had anything to do with a group of former friends that I don't give them much thought anymore. However, every now and then one of their unwashed carcasses crosses our path literally or online, and I get pissed off all over again. When I'm online, I really love reading that they are sick or depressed or have had some calamity befall them. Yeah, I'm a bitch. I like seeing people I hate get fucked over by life. Because they fucked us over, and as far as I'm concerned, it's the righting of the balance.
My husband has end stage renal disease and we are currently training for home hemodialysis. He's been through hell the last six months or so. And when I read that Trina the fat cunt is whining about her knees, her headaches, blah blah de fucking blah, it just makes me gag. This whore thinks her life is so miserable and bitches about it just to attention-whore. She has no idea what real health problems are like, despite the fact that she used to weigh about 400 pounds and had bariatric surgery. She's lost a lot of weight but she's got all that nasty skin hanging off her, and she has to eat just the right things or she'll fuck up her stomach. I love it when I read that she overdid something and is suffering for it. Stupid cunt. She actually said that my husband deserves all the health problems he has because he is an asshole. My husband. Who used to consider her a friend. Who, when we owned a small shop, bought her shitty, amateurish art from her just so she could have a few extra dollars. Who, when we saw her at the bar, would buy her a drink because she was broke, never expecting it to be paid back. Who listened to her bitch and moan about other friends by whom she was being taken advantage of. This person says he's an asshole and deserves to be sick.
Is it any wonder that I hate this cunt and revel in her every misery? Oh, and I love it when she whines about being broke. She actually found some goober to marry her a couple of years ago but apparently he doesn't make enough money to feed her, clothe her, and buy all the color crayons and construction paper for her 'art' projects. So she whines about being broke. Yeah, this guy is the picture you see when you look up the word "dullard" in the dictionary. That, and "oaf." He ain't the brightest bulb in the box, but then neither is she. I guess in that sense, they are perfect for each other, lol.
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