I just got a phone call from my next door neighbour and I am furious.

That bastard. I was friends with his girlfriend who left him a while ago and I don't want anything to do with either of them anymore. He knew a while back when I was in contact with her, that she was giving me a table for my 'puter to go on. And ooooo, now that we're not being friendly anymore, he's asked for his table back. Claiming that he knew nothing about her giving it to me, taking out his aggression on me, that fucking cunt. I'm gonna try having just his number barred tomorrow. He's leaving next door and someone is moving in on June 10, which means that his sorry ass will be gone and good. I am really regretting the day I got involved with her, she used the shit out of me, dumped all her shit on me and then, THEN, when I say, sorry I don't want you to do this anymore, lays guilt trips and punishes me. Bitch. He abused her, that's why she left and I bet ya he's looking for anyone to dump a bit of his shit on. Fucking bastard.

Y'ever feel so angry you want to cry and rage and rant? I better just buy a new table and get them both the fuck out of my life, they're both trouble crazy makers.
[This message was edited Tue May 11 15:58:55 2004 by Therapy]

Just think about Elijah. It'll be ok.

starkitty said:

Ok, I'll try.




Hmm. I feel and together.

take the table and throw it through his window, then you will feel better

Sweeny79 said:

Now there's some therapy!!!

Just give it back to him...


















IN PIECES!!!

Sweeny79 said:

yea i am with her\


but remember the 5/10's of the law

Every single day of my life, man.

Tell him to sue you for it. hehehe

I know this real petty but keep the table where it is, dont tell 'emyve got it.
Say 2 'em that were so angry that during the night U put the table right outside their house and left it, and that if it aint there now then sum1 musta stolen it.

Or just tell 'em 2 go fuck a pre-menstrually tense elephant.

[This message was edited Tue May 11 20:09:10 2004 by SexLovely]

your infatuation with Elijah reminds me of a Rufus Wainwright song...

Chop up the table and use it as fire wood.

I've resolved the situation. I've calmed down. He's not so bad y'know. I don't want him as a friend mind... I wasn't gonna give the table back. But the reason I have, is because keeping it may have meant more trouble. I would have kept the anger going and would have been paranoid that he may do something out of order at any moment in revenge for not giving his table back. I have a son to think of too... I guess I reacted out of a child place in me to start with and after talking it through with someone was able to react out of an adult place. I feel much better for doing so as well. Letting it all go was hard - a reaction which I would like to understand a bit more about too

What Rufus Wainwright song?!