I think, or is it scared, or …..forget it. I can’t remember. I can’t.
That woman really got me steamed. We have been trading a few more messages, but I had to stop putting them here. Listen (I mean, read), it was getting out of hand and a lot of reading; it is all very predictable. I am sure you can imagine, these things always are.
Of course I am right. She is wrong. So what if it is her group? She is WRONG! Dead wrong and the sooner she realizes it, the better.
She also used her personal email on her last flaming attack where she really let loose, boy howdy. So I went to her blog and as I already knew, full of profanity. F this and F that and F-ing mommies and their F-ing kids and F them all. Very predictable.
It’s like a train wreck, I just can’t leave it alone. Like poking an ant hill, or picking a scab. It a bad idea but you can’t stop. Like eating popcorn, or peanuts. I have to keep e-mailing her and I have to sound more a more annoying. I must. She thinks I am a whack job so I may as well live up to it. After all, I am probably making her feel better. She has a target on which to blame her life on.
What fun. I must be sick.
He he he.
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