This bitch is for the haggard old slag who works at a 'certain' hotel in the downtown area, with my boyfriend, and who also insists on trying to sleep with him. You wanna know something, grandma? You're dried up. You're past your prime, and I think you're in serious denial about it. He's 28. You've got to be what, 45? 50? At first we thought it was funny. He'd come home everyday, and we'd laugh at how weird it was that you'd be dropping hints all day at how you wanted to sleep with him. But really, it's gone a little far, don't you think? You go into work and gossip about how he doesn't 'pay attention to you' and throw the occasional pity party for yourself, which i'm sure must be fairly embarassing, no? Your latest act of desperation was to facebook stalk him, and send him private messages, hinting at how you could be "friends" and share the occasional "smoke" together. If it weren't for the fact that it would start a shitstorm of gossip for him at work, i'd have sent my own little message to you. Here's the bottom line, lady:
He is in a long term, live-in relationship.
You're old as fuck.
You have no respect for him, or me.
You're old enough to be his fucking mother.
Fuck off already!
|You're really on my last fucking nerve.|