Thursday, November 02, 2006

Little Miss Lennie

She is a slut, she is promiscuous, she comes easy, she is an airhead, she's not even sexy, loose pussy, flat chested, horrendous command in english, she's a lala, she's from a 'kampung area', she's not even near beautiful, and best of all, she's darn proud of it.

I don't tolarate fools when I'm pissed little Miss Lennie. Especially dumb skanky bimbos like you.

Oh my fucking god. I just enjoy looking at the way you try being defensive about your nonexistent good looks. Oh Miss Lennie, you have nothing to boast about at your mamary department either. You try to be a bitch to me, I'll make sure you'll never meet a bigger bitch than me.

Please, move out of town or just get a job at a brothel. Even hookers have more dignity than you do. The stigma of your promiscuity will live as long as you are you. How many times have you went for an abortion eh? Stop pretending you're innocent because you're just making a fool out of yourself.

How dare you call me cheap, you slut? I fuck my boyfriend, and you? You fuck every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the street. Speak for yourself woman, your actions justifies you statement.

Please, go home an look in the mirror. If you feel terrified, I congratulate you. If you don't feel anything, I suggest you go walk into a driving lorry. I almost empathize your incompetent inteligence. Aw, don't cry. Tell you mommie that I verbally bitch slapped you, and perhaps your mommie can come tell my mommie. *ooo...shivers*

Thank you if my sarcasm and truth did hurt you. You so fucking deserve it. You come in between my boyfriend and I, I come in between you dead body. Fuck you slut.

Now, stop reading (in which you are not) and carry on fucking that dirty black dick in your stinking mouth.

One last thing, get a life you bitch.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Your Back on Me

What do you do when the world turns it's back on you?

You blog.

You have no idea how much I've been bottling up inside. Well, this is a new beginning.
All the dirty secrets, all the hatred, all the lies, all the lust, all the guilt, all the regret, all the disappointments, all the facade I wear on a daily.

This is me, my alter-ego.

I'm an ordinary girl. Complex.
Better known as Slinky.