So many miserable people in the world who just want you to be their partner in misery. Don't do it kids. Just say no.

This has been a Public Service Announcement brought to you by YaNoWha...

I guess I am an optimist... when people are down, like a close friend, I get closer to them. I find a way. I did that recently with a friend that was going through a rough patch. I needed to know she would be OK. So I drew into her despite her constant sadness... she is better now, and we giggle as often as we can.

Now there's this miserable bitch who lives upstairs from me... she constantly messed up my plants and window boxes. Thought it was just kids doing it until I planted poison ivy and she was the only one to get infected. So I buy her flowers every now and then so she doesn't pick mine.

She's a miserable soul, her kids hate her, her own friends talk about her.... I thought she was a racist because she called me a n----- the very first time I spoke to her. But she isn't racist, she hates everybody she meets.

Another time she told our landlord that I was drinking on the stoop and playing loud music. It was a lie, I don't even like playing music all loud, and I never drink outside unless I am at a BBQ, and I hate beer. But I knew it was her since I introduced her to a my guy, and she told the landlord my guy's name. So I knew it was her, no one else in the building knew my guy's name at the tme.

So I confronted her and told her I would stop giving her flowers and stop talking to her... she cried, right in front of me. I never thought I would see that. She is an elderly lady, and it touched me, but I stood firm despite her tears. I never yelled at her, I was always gentle... but I was angry that she would try to mess with my kids living situation in any way. I told her not to mess with my kids ever again.

It took her 2 entire months, but then she said she was sorry. She told the mailman to tell me to speak to her again. So I brought her her mail one day... she smiled and told me that I was a nice lady. I called her a crazy bitch and smiled back... and gave her a hug.

If I can be nice to her... anyone can be nice to anybody.

yanowha said:

So many miserable people in the world who just want you to be their partner in misery. Don't do it kids. Just say no.

This has been a Public Service Announcement brought to you by YaNoWha...

I hear you.

paintedlady said:

I guess I am an optimist... when people are down, like a close friend, I get closer to them. I find a way. I did that recently with a friend that was going through a rough patch. I needed to know she would be OK. So I drew into her despite her constant sadness... she is better now, and we giggle as often as we can.

Now there's this miserable bitch who lives upstairs from me... she constantly messed up my plants and window boxes. Thought it was just kids doing it until I planted poison ivy and she was the only one to get infected. So I buy her flowers every now and then so she doesn't pick mine.

She's a miserable soul, her kids hate her, her own friends talk about her.... I thought she was a racist because she called me a n----- the very first time I spoke to her. But she isn't racist, she hates everybody she meets.

Another time she told our landlord that I was drinking on the stoop and playing loud music. It was a lie, I don't even like playing music all loud, and I never drink outside unless I am at a BBQ, and I hate beer. But I knew it was her since I introduced her to a my guy, and she told the landlord my guy's name. So I knew it was her, no one else in the building knew my guy's name at the tme.

So I confronted her and told her I would stop giving her flowers and stop talking to her... she cried, right in front of me. I never thought I would see that. She is an elderly lady, and it touched me, but I stood firm despite her tears. I never yelled at her, I was always gentle... but I was angry that she would try to mess with my kids living situation in any way. I told her not to mess with my kids ever again.

It took her 2 entire months, but then she said she was sorry. She told the mailman to tell me to speak to her again. So I brought her her mail one day... she smiled and told me that I was a nice lady. I called her a crazy bitch and smiled back... and gave her a hug.

If I can be nice to her... anyone can be nice to anybody.

You're an amazing person S.

...but you forgot to mention the part where she messed up your plants one last time before you slapped the wig off her head and made her eat the poison ivy.

come on...I'm married 15 years to a boricua...I know what the real deal is!

paintedlady said:

I guess I am an optimist... when people are down, like a close friend, I get closer to them. I find a way. I did that recently with a friend that was going through a rough patch. I needed to know she would be OK. So I drew into her despite her constant sadness... she is better now, and we giggle as often as we can.

Now there's this miserable bitch who lives upstairs from me... she constantly messed up my plants and window boxes. Thought it was just kids doing it until I planted poison ivy and she was the only one to get infected. So I buy her flowers every now and then so she doesn't pick mine.

She's a miserable soul, her kids hate her, her own friends talk about her.... I thought she was a racist because she called me a n----- the very first time I spoke to her. But she isn't racist, she hates everybody she meets.

Another time she told our landlord that I was drinking on the stoop and playing loud music. It was a lie, I don't even like playing music all loud, and I never drink outside unless I am at a BBQ, and I hate beer. But I knew it was her since I introduced her to a my guy, and she told the landlord my guy's name. So I knew it was her, no one else in the building knew my guy's name at the tme.

So I confronted her and told her I would stop giving her flowers and stop talking to her... she cried, right in front of me. I never thought I would see that. She is an elderly lady, and it touched me, but I stood firm despite her tears. I never yelled at her, I was always gentle... but I was angry that she would try to mess with my kids living situation in any way. I told her not to mess with my kids ever again.

It took her 2 entire months, but then she said she was sorry. She told the mailman to tell me to speak to her again. So I brought her her mail one day... she smiled and told me that I was a nice lady. I called her a crazy bitch and smiled back... and gave her a hug.

If I can be nice to her... anyone can be nice to anybody.

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~*~ Ms. Paintedlady you are a beautiful spirit. ~*~

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PurpleJedi said:

paintedlady said:

I guess I am an optimist... when people are down, like a close friend, I get closer to them. I find a way. I did that recently with a friend that was going through a rough patch. I needed to know she would be OK. So I drew into her despite her constant sadness... she is better now, and we giggle as often as we can.

Now there's this miserable bitch who lives upstairs from me... she constantly messed up my plants and window boxes. Thought it was just kids doing it until I planted poison ivy and she was the only one to get infected. So I buy her flowers every now and then so she doesn't pick mine.

She's a miserable soul, her kids hate her, her own friends talk about her.... I thought she was a racist because she called me a n----- the very first time I spoke to her. But she isn't racist, she hates everybody she meets.

Another time she told our landlord that I was drinking on the stoop and playing loud music. It was a lie, I don't even like playing music all loud, and I never drink outside unless I am at a BBQ, and I hate beer. But I knew it was her since I introduced her to a my guy, and she told the landlord my guy's name. So I knew it was her, no one else in the building knew my guy's name at the tme.

So I confronted her and told her I would stop giving her flowers and stop talking to her... she cried, right in front of me. I never thought I would see that. She is an elderly lady, and it touched me, but I stood firm despite her tears. I never yelled at her, I was always gentle... but I was angry that she would try to mess with my kids living situation in any way. I told her not to mess with my kids ever again.

It took her 2 entire months, but then she said she was sorry. She told the mailman to tell me to speak to her again. So I brought her her mail one day... she smiled and told me that I was a nice lady. I called her a crazy bitch and smiled back... and gave her a hug.

If I can be nice to her... anyone can be nice to anybody.

You're an amazing person S.

...but you forgot to mention the part where she messed up your plants one last time before you slapped the wig off her head and made her eat the poison ivy.

come on...I'm married 15 years to a boricua...I know what the real deal is!

I called her "beautiful spirit" because there was a change in the "approach".

Hey...vexations can produce worst things than poison ivy.

Boriqua1130 said:

PurpleJedi said:

You're an amazing person S.

...but you forgot to mention the part where she messed up your plants one last time before you slapped the wig off her head and made her eat the poison ivy.

come on...I'm married 15 years to a boricua...I know what the real deal is!

I called her "beautiful spirit" because there was a change in the "approach".

Hey...vexations can produce worst things than poison ivy.

I love your mind!!!

PurpleJedi said:

paintedlady said:

I guess I am an optimist... when people are down, like a close friend, I get closer to them. I find a way. I did that recently with a friend that was going through a rough patch. I needed to know she would be OK. So I drew into her despite her constant sadness... she is better now, and we giggle as often as we can.

Now there's this miserable bitch who lives upstairs from me... she constantly messed up my plants and window boxes. Thought it was just kids doing it until I planted poison ivy and she was the only one to get infected. So I buy her flowers every now and then so she doesn't pick mine.

She's a miserable soul, her kids hate her, her own friends talk about her.... I thought she was a racist because she called me a n----- the very first time I spoke to her. But she isn't racist, she hates everybody she meets.

Another time she told our landlord that I was drinking on the stoop and playing loud music. It was a lie, I don't even like playing music all loud, and I never drink outside unless I am at a BBQ, and I hate beer. But I knew it was her since I introduced her to a my guy, and she told the landlord my guy's name. So I knew it was her, no one else in the building knew my guy's name at the tme.

So I confronted her and told her I would stop giving her flowers and stop talking to her... she cried, right in front of me. I never thought I would see that. She is an elderly lady, and it touched me, but I stood firm despite her tears. I never yelled at her, I was always gentle... but I was angry that she would try to mess with my kids living situation in any way. I told her not to mess with my kids ever again.

It took her 2 entire months, but then she said she was sorry. She told the mailman to tell me to speak to her again. So I brought her her mail one day... she smiled and told me that I was a nice lady. I called her a crazy bitch and smiled back... and gave her a hug.

If I can be nice to her... anyone can be nice to anybody.

You're an amazing person S.

...but you forgot to mention the part where she messed up your plants one last time before you slapped the wig off her head and made her eat the poison ivy.

come on...I'm married 15 years to a boricua...I know what the real deal is!

You know damn well its BAD luck to hit an old lady.... and this one is like 180 years old.

paintedlady said:

Boriqua1130 said:

I called her "beautiful spirit" because there was a change in the "approach".

Hey...vexations can produce worst things than poison ivy.

I love your mind!!!

Thanks. But if not for Christ's Spirit...I'd be a hitwoman. "Redrum" all up in shere. j\k

Boriqua1130 said:

paintedlady said:

I love your mind!!!

Thanks. But if not for Christ's Spirit...I'd be a hitwoman. "Redrum" all up in shere. j\k

paintedlady said:

I guess I am an optimist... when people are down, like a close friend, I get closer to them. I find a way. I did that recently with a friend that was going through a rough patch. I needed to know she would be OK. So I drew into her despite her constant sadness... she is better now, and we giggle as often as we can.

Now there's this miserable bitch who lives upstairs from me... she constantly messed up my plants and window boxes. Thought it was just kids doing it until I planted poison ivy and she was the only one to get infected. So I buy her flowers every now and then so she doesn't pick mine.

She's a miserable soul, her kids hate her, her own friends talk about her.... I thought she was a racist because she called me a n----- the very first time I spoke to her. But she isn't racist, she hates everybody she meets.

Another time she told our landlord that I was drinking on the stoop and playing loud music. It was a lie, I don't even like playing music all loud, and I never drink outside unless I am at a BBQ, and I hate beer. But I knew it was her since I introduced her to a my guy, and she told the landlord my guy's name. So I knew it was her, no one else in the building knew my guy's name at the tme.

So I confronted her and told her I would stop giving her flowers and stop talking to her... she cried, right in front of me. I never thought I would see that. She is an elderly lady, and it touched me, but I stood firm despite her tears. I never yelled at her, I was always gentle... but I was angry that she would try to mess with my kids living situation in any way. I told her not to mess with my kids ever again.

It took her 2 entire months, but then she said she was sorry. She told the mailman to tell me to speak to her again. So I brought her her mail one day... she smiled and told me that I was a nice lady. I called her a crazy bitch and smiled back... and gave her a hug.

If I can be nice to her... anyone can be nice to anybody.

That's a sweet story she's just a lonely ole lady

PenelopePaige said:

paintedlady said:

I guess I am an optimist... when people are down, like a close friend, I get closer to them. I find a way. I did that recently with a friend that was going through a rough patch. I needed to know she would be OK. So I drew into her despite her constant sadness... she is better now, and we giggle as often as we can.

Now there's this miserable bitch who lives upstairs from me... she constantly messed up my plants and window boxes. Thought it was just kids doing it until I planted poison ivy and she was the only one to get infected. So I buy her flowers every now and then so she doesn't pick mine.

She's a miserable soul, her kids hate her, her own friends talk about her.... I thought she was a racist because she called me a n----- the very first time I spoke to her. But she isn't racist, she hates everybody she meets.

Another time she told our landlord that I was drinking on the stoop and playing loud music. It was a lie, I don't even like playing music all loud, and I never drink outside unless I am at a BBQ, and I hate beer. But I knew it was her since I introduced her to a my guy, and she told the landlord my guy's name. So I knew it was her, no one else in the building knew my guy's name at the tme.

So I confronted her and told her I would stop giving her flowers and stop talking to her... she cried, right in front of me. I never thought I would see that. She is an elderly lady, and it touched me, but I stood firm despite her tears. I never yelled at her, I was always gentle... but I was angry that she would try to mess with my kids living situation in any way. I told her not to mess with my kids ever again.

It took her 2 entire months, but then she said she was sorry. She told the mailman to tell me to speak to her again. So I brought her her mail one day... she smiled and told me that I was a nice lady. I called her a crazy bitch and smiled back... and gave her a hug.

If I can be nice to her... anyone can be nice to anybody.

That's a sweet story she's just a lonely ole lady

I think so too... but atleast she has a boyfriend half her age that has one orange tooth in his mouth. I call him Jack. Short for Jack-O-Lantern.

His real name is Bill, but I stand firm in calling him Jack.

paintedlady said:

PurpleJedi said:

You're an amazing person S.

...but you forgot to mention the part where she messed up your plants one last time before you slapped the wig off her head and made her eat the poison ivy.

come on...I'm married 15 years to a boricua...I know what the real deal is!

You know damn well its BAD luck to hit an old lady.... and this one is like 180 years old.

Yeah...that'd be like 20 years mala suerte!

paintedlady said:

PenelopePaige said:

That's a sweet story she's just a lonely ole lady

I think so too... but atleast she has a boyfriend half her age that has one orange tooth in his mouth. I call him Jack. Short for Jack-O-Lantern.

His real name is Bill, but I stand firm in calling him Jack.

the sad thing is, i doubt my sadness, every.day. but that piece a shyt always tries to find a way in my face.....

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paintedlady said:

PenelopePaige said:

That's a sweet story she's just a lonely ole lady

I think so too... but atleast she has a boyfriend half her age that has one orange tooth in his mouth. I call him Jack. Short for Jack-O-Lantern.

His real name is Bill, but I stand firm in calling him Jack.

hahahahaha:lol: You are funny!

Boriqua1130 said:

PurpleJedi said:

You're an amazing person S.

...but you forgot to mention the part where she messed up your plants one last time before you slapped the wig off her head and made her eat the poison ivy.

come on...I'm married 15 years to a boricua...I know what the real deal is!

I called her "beautiful spirit" because there was a change in the "approach".

Hey...vexations can produce worst things than poison ivy.

It didn't really hit me (what you meant) until I was going to bed last night.

You mean like an hechizo right?

My ex actually owned a book of "prayers" (I think she still has it somewhere) that besides the regular stuff (good luck, more money, etc.) included some rather "unconventional" ones. In fact, for the longest time there were some foil-wrapped, hollowed-out cucumbers with people's names written inside lying in our freezer - one for each person that she wanted "to leave us alone".

...I keep checking every now & then to make sure there isn't a new one in there (w/ my name).

PurpleJedi said:

Boriqua1130 said:

I called her "beautiful spirit" because there was a change in the "approach".

Hey...vexations can produce worst things than poison ivy.

It didn't really hit me (what you meant) until I was going to bed last night.

You mean like an hechizo right?

My ex actually owned a book of "prayers" (I think she still has it somewhere) that besides the regular stuff (good luck, more money, etc.) included some rather "unconventional" ones. In fact, for the longest time there were some foil-wrapped, hollowed-out cucumbers with people's names written inside lying in our freezer - one for each person that she wanted "to leave us alone".

...I keep checking every now & then to make sure there isn't a new one in there (w/ my name).

No. As in "annoyed or frustrated".

The rest of your post: ... , ing you never find anything.

Boriqua1130 said:

PurpleJedi said:

It didn't really hit me (what you meant) until I was going to bed last night.

You mean like an hechizo right?

My ex actually owned a book of "prayers" (I think she still has it somewhere) that besides the regular stuff (good luck, more money, etc.) included some rather "unconventional" ones. In fact, for the longest time there were some foil-wrapped, hollowed-out cucumbers with people's names written inside lying in our freezer - one for each person that she wanted "to leave us alone".

...I keep checking every now & then to make sure there isn't a new one in there (w/ my name).

No. As in "annoyed or frustrated".

The rest of your post: ... , ing you never find anything.

Now I feel ridiculous.

PurpleJedi said:

Boriqua1130 said:

No. As in "annoyed or frustrated".

The rest of your post: ... , ing you never find anything.

Now I feel ridiculous.

It's ok...really.

I know about those baths, teas. Oh & the "Stop his drunkeness" remedies" => Breaking a treated egg at midnight, as you run in the middle of a street.

Feel better, yet?

Boriqua1130 said:

PurpleJedi said:

Now I feel ridiculous.

It's ok...really.

I know about those baths, teas. Oh & the "Stop his drunkeness" remedies" => Breaking a treated egg at midnight, as you run in the middle of a street.

Feel better, yet?

Uhm...I think that you do that ANYWAY after a night of drunkenness!

PurpleJedi said:

Boriqua1130 said:

It's ok...really.

I know about those baths, teas. Oh & the "Stop his drunkeness" remedies" => Breaking a treated egg at midnight, as you run in the middle of a street.

Feel better, yet?

Uhm...I think that you do that ANYWAY after a night of drunkenness!