Monday, Feb. 09, 2004 - 2:17 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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OB Comes Out in Comments
Comments from ob.
Funnily two days ago, a friend of mine said "I don't think we've heard the last of her yet" about ob. Nope, instead of letting go and going on with her life, she is again reading my diary, and now leaving comments, including orders, such as not to go to a meeting of dykes in SF that is open to the public.
All I can say is it is pretty funny when someone has to throw fruitflies, offering chocolate and your dog kissing you as ammunition (and no, she doesnt after she eats shit.. she gets walked home in quick disgrace to languish for days before she kisses anyone, and this from someone whose ass I have licked and then kissed them... so if they are worried about kissing and butts, that's closer to home than my dog in another country).
I mean really. If I broke up with someone and that is the worse that I could throw at them, that they are pigeontoed (yup, I still am a bit, even though my parents paid for expensive corrective shoes when i was a kid) and argue with a cashier at Meijers about the fact that I, with good ID couldnt buy alcohol cuz I was with ob, who had expired ID. boy oh boy. And I am a drama queen because I was upset that she begged for me to give her a second chance to prove her love to me, and then dumped me while I was staying in her tent in another country. That is like calling someone hysterical after you burn their house down. Big surprise.
Anyways, welcome to ob at her worst. I have no idea why she would chose to publicly vent on my diary. I really don't. I don't bitch in her space, that's why I got this diary. [Hey, ob, diaryland diaries are free! And you can write "fuck wench77 fuck wench77" as much as you like!! Don't forget to tell everyone I pick my nose! AND eat it!! That is another reason to be disgusted with someone who loved you I am sure.]
But I guess she wants you all to read it so here it is:
La la la.
Well, I gotta get some work done. Ciao.
A rather ironic horoscope given my diaryland comments today!:
Here is my horoscope for Sunday, February 8:
Ps, the misspelled Lewan I wrote about is called lauan according to ob. It is hard to google a word for its spelling when you don't know how to spell it. So it is called lauan, a red wood that is used in furniture, boatmaking and carpentry.
8 People have left cute, callous or caring comments on the wench's wordiness!!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
*inspired by Chaosdaily