Dear Jim..., DRAMA! Options

[Spectatrix]

(I was going to post this on Xanga, but I decided to go ahead and block you.)

Kindly stay the fuck off my blog. Was blocking you on AIM some months ago not a big enough hint that I want nothing to do with you? I originally friend-locked my blog because I didn't want you reading it. I open it up a bit again and suddenly you're reading again? Why are you checking my blog daily? What the hell is your obsession with me?

For two years, you mooched off me. You lied about job-hunting, "got sick" repeatedly when you did have a job (funny how that didn't happen once you landed your GM job with Blizzard), and were too lazy to do chores because you were too busy playing WoW. Meanwhile, I busted my butt with full time work and full time school. How fucking lame is that?

Then we broke up and you flipped out on me, waiting forlornly by AIM for me to come online, begging me to play Starcraft with you, writing an emo whiny blog entry when I failed to IM you on your birthday. Lying about stuff that Tabitha had supposedly said, coming up with weird accusations of me dating someone and trying to hide it from you (like it would have been any of your damn business anyway...)

Then you got a new girlfriend, some girl in Tennesse that you met on WoW. Bully for you! You finally stopped obsessing over me! But then you visited her and your car broke down and I scraped the bottom of my fucking checking account to get you through the month, but you decided halfway through your payments back that apparently it didn't matter. You STOLE from me, JACKASS. You also STOLE my fucking DICE and BOOKS and probably miscellaneous other stuff that I accidentally left behind in Albuquerque. And then you had the gall to whine whenever I brought it up on AIM. FUCK YOU.

I finally gave up on that, didn't bother bringing it up anymore. Didn't talk to you, really. But sometimes, out of the blue, you'd IM me and start asking weird probing questions, like whether I wore skirts or dresses now or what my sex life was like. WTF? Those are things that you don't talk to your awkwardly estranged ex about, you idiot. What the hell would your fiance think if she knew you trying to probe into the personal life of your ex?

Wasting two years of my life on you was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. You are a loser, a mooch, and the most persistently OBNOXIOUS person I have ever known. Stay the fuck out of my life, stay the fuck off my blog, and enjoy your pathetic little life with your law school sweetie.

This post has been edited by Spectatrix: Oct 17 2008, 01:30 PM