Quick Asshole Update

So Eggo is turning out to be my biggest mistake since Nick the Dick...

I've deleted the comment he sent but in so many words he says he was forced into our relationship, called me crazy several times (which he knows is one of my pet peeves, due to the BPD), told me that all I ever did was mother him and tell him what to do (and that he hated it), and that I was never a good friend to him (apparently that honor goes to the two guys he bitched about non-stop). Oh, and he also said that I shouldn't have told him that I enjoyed sex with him (and bragged about it to friends) if I really didn't. Oh, and also that I practically begged him to get back with me (yeah, THAT happened...idiot).

Hmmm...rather than tackle these issues individually (like I really, REALLY want to), I'm simply going to say that I never claimed to be perfect in the relationship. I have many, many faults and living with someone in close quarters brings them out. So, yes, I did things in the relationship that weren't too cool. It's fine. I've acknowledged that (several times in fact), have come to terms with it, and forgiven myself.

Feel better now, Eggo? Does it make you feel better that I acknowledge my faults? Like I fucking care, you goddamn loser. What did I tell you? Engrave this in your shitty memory: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK OF ME. So stop contacting me with your opinions and conjectures. I've blocked you from every source possible and yet you still find a way to talk to me. Obsessed much? I doubt it so cut this shit out. If I was nothing but annoying to you it should be easy for you.

I could spend this entire blog talking about your shortcomings but I won't, even though the immature teenager inside of me is egging me on. This blog is about me not you. It's about the things you did to me and how I felt about them. It's about my reaction to the things you did to hurt my feelings. If you need to absolve yourself of any guilt by putting the blame solely on me, have at it. I couldn't care less. I choose not to do that. I know my shortcomings and I don't put the blame on others or make excuses for them. I am who I am and I love that about me. And that's why I'm a fully self functioning grownup and not a whiny child who doesn't take care of their own responsibilities and who relies on blaming others to put themselves in the right.

You obviously still care (at least a little) because you keep coming back here. How about you just stay away from now on and continue living that sad little existence you call a life? (Dammit, that immature teenager is coming out!)

In short, do us both a favor and fade from my existence. Feel free to talk all the shit you want. Degrade me, put me down, and make up whatever lies you want*. I'll be over here, living a wonderful life and not giving you a second fucking thought.

To my Pajibans and other friends, this will be the last post ever about Eggo. I was going to delete him from my blog as easily as I'll do from my life, but I'll need this reminder for the next time. I should actually LISTEN TO MY FRIENDS when they give me advice and that I shouldn't 'force' someone to date me. Ha! That shit was the funniest part! Forced...like I would actually have to do that. I'm a pretty (but kind of flawed) hot chick with mental issues! Hell, I'm surprised they aren't beating my door down! Hahahaha...

Ciao for now, my lovelies! Maybe my next blog will be the adventures I've been having with Miss (not so) Blonde Savant! Ooooh, do we have stories to tell!


*Bear in mind that I work for a law firm so I have connections to those well versed in slander and harassment so watch your fucking step, fuckmunch. Your best bet? Just fucking forget about me.