wow, really?

I really don't understand how women can be so petty as to block me from a blog. We had a great friendship. But, you knew I was right, am right, and, sadly, you hate that I'm right so much that you'd rather cut off our friendship than apologize or simply act like it never happened, forget it and move on. Yeah, I told you so, and I will say it 1000 times if I wish, but I haven't and won't. I've said it like 5 times to two different people. Not you. I am sorry that he hurt you, but I tried to warn you. He is male. I know men better than any girl you will meet, and you know that; you hate that I know them so well that I can predict what will happen. I just can't believe you would do this. You talk trash about me, knowing I am the most loyal and honest friend you will ever have. So, what, you can talk trash because I punched you in the BICEP at 1/4 velocity the day after I got home from Italy. Well, guess what? You forgot me when I got on that plane. You hid a boy from me. You lied to me. You forgot me, because of a boy who doesn't and didn't want you. You lost your best friend because of a stupid boy. You know I have no feelings for him, that I never have. You know I don't care if you are with him. I warned you, because I care about YOU not him. I'm sorry I warned you in such a horribly mean manner, btws. I would be incredibly happy for both of you if it had worked out, because I said numerous times, "I just don't want him to hurt her like every other guy has." But, you betrayed, lied and hurt not only me, but my mom. My mom was on your side the whole time until you let him get on your Facebook and rudely message her/block her. WHEN YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON OR WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT. Clarification, we wouldn't have and didn't care if it was Trey in the yard. We didn't want boys whom we do not know on OUR property. Insurance reasons, obviously. And, clarification #2: WE OWN ALL THE LAND. Clarification #3, I have never and will never talk shit about you. When I say you are being a bitch to someone, guess what, it has already been said to your face. And, I never said it to anyone except A and Z. Both of which are neutral. I can't believe you'd actually believe anything T has would say! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!!!!!! Ugh. Maybe Z will clarify your brain or bring you back to the Kelly I knew before I left for Italy. I don't know where the hell you have gone, but you seem to always do this when you get wrapped up in some dumbass boy. I'm worried about you. I don't want any other dudes treating you like an object or hurting you or lying to you, but they will unless you change your ways. They will ALWAYS run over you, Kelly. I hate that. I want you to sock them in the jaw; they more than deserve it. I wish you luck, hope, happiness and well-being, but most of all I wish you find a man that you deserve, one who will bring you the happiness that only true love can bring, one that will give you a family and eternity--which I know is what you want--one that will give his life to YOU and only you, one that will not hurt you, one that will appreciate and devote his integrity to you, and on that not use or hurt or leave you.

yay!

I am the proud owner of a Mustang Cobra as of 3:33 p.m. today. :)

Btw, heheheheh--not about my cobra--I hate to say it, but I told ya so!!!!!

I have a new obsession with Tumblr.com

"We'll shove a boot in your ass; it's the American way..."

That is one of my all-time favorite songs, and it is exceptionally fitting for a day like today. Thank you Veterans for all you work, duties and service.

Anyways, on to more stupid and idiotic subjects. We had dinner at Dave's last night like we do every Sunday. Erin was obvs there. I got to hold Z, and I am so thankful that she let me do that. However, that does not give her or the rest of the foolios to start shit or start harassing me over text.

I did not ruin your life or "family" or whatever, because there never was a family there. And besides, maybe you should take a college class about what a family is. There are all different kinds and maybe you should consider yourself lucky to have such a LARGE family, whether it be conventional or not.

And, you have the be the least classy person I have ever come across. Stop bashing your child's father just because he doesn't want to be with your pathetic, fat--and not just fat due to preggo--ugly, ignorant and stupid ass.

Sigh. I know I said it was the last one a couple blogs ago, but forreal. What are these people doing or thinking? HELLO, REALITY CHECK, PLZ!

Lastly, I have a dinner-date tonight with a Austin's bestfriend's girlfriend. :) AND I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW!! Eip.

Your Karma threatens are not true, woman, because I did not do anything to get bad Karma for. Duh. ReAlItY ChEcK!

I love my life. I love myself. I love that I literally have done aboslutely nothing wrong. I love that I can lay down at night and fall asleep with no regrets or pain. Can you do the same? I doubt it. Those lies you tell are constantly haunting you whether you realize that or not. Don't threaten me, please. It's gonna come back to you, liar, not me.

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Everybody was Kungfoo fightingggg

This morning we wasted an hour refereeing between Ooguay and Frog. Frog has not eaten since A bought him. This morning A decided to put tuna and (wtf?) Mandarin oranges in the fish tank. While Fish peacefully ate his own kind, Frog and Ooguay fought for the champion orange! Frog tried to claw Ooguay's eyes out, but O's a turtle, c'mon. The Albino African Claw Frog is no match for his head tucking abilities... not to mention Frog is kinda small due to the lack in proper diet/tank size.

And, you are thinking what is the significance of this?

Well, once again I am relating the most peculiar set of animals to our every day lives. If you are in an equivalent sized environment, living with the same people day to day, you are bound to have some fights. Obviously Frog learned his lesson, and when we left to work out, Frog was on the opposite of the tank from Ooguay.

We can't help but to think that Fish was cheering Ooguay on as he tried to eat Frog. (Frog is a bit of an asshole and snapped at Fish.)

So, if we are constantly stuck in the same living quarters, who is the say that we will be sweet and kind every moment of the day. We won't. How could we? Especially when you mix two dominating hot-heads--such as Ooguay and Frog (or Meats and Maroo).

This week I am going to try something knew: Do not sweat the small stuff. It's something I always do. I don't sweat the big stuff though. Let's hope I can successfully do this with out any back-fires or mishaps. I think I need to learn how to treat my loved-ones with more...um... love.

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I really want to take Ooguay and release him into the wild. His life is so boring. Fish seems to like his tank... Frog is a rahtard and won't eat. But, Ooguay was caught in the wild. He was born freeeeeee.

I guess I feel like this, because it's storming, and I'm standing in A's kitchen watching Ooguay, Fish and Frog swim in their always perfect, very boring environment. Poor little guys. Reminds me of when I was in Italy and how every day was absolutely gorgeous. Everyday was absolutely boring. I mean that in the best way possible. But, I really needed to be released from the "perfect tank" I was living in. Beauty, if constant, gets old and ugly. That doesn't mean I do not see beauty in storms, because I do. I love storms, thunder, lightening and crazy rain just as much as I love blue skies and puffy white clouds.

Now, I do not like that the power is flickering. Heeeeeh. And, I don't like that Frog may be blind and that it's hailing. But, other than that, I am happy.

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Dear vindictive women, family members and so-called best friends,

Who the hell do you think you are to treat me the way you are treating me? Do you even know me? No. Are you basing your knowledge of me on someone else's statements? Yes. Is that pathetic? Yes. You obviously do not have anything better to do than try to hurt me or make up bullshit about me.

So, you wanna know the truth? I'm sure you read this, creeps.

Guess what?! I am the one who has been with him every night for the last five months. I am the one who has been with him every day for the last five months. I am the one he refers to as his girlfriend, even if it's not bullshit facebook official. I am the one he is wrapping his arms around. I am the one HE pursued for a year and a half. I am the one he is talking to all day.

Guess what else?! She has been lying about a lot of stuff; open your eyes. It's my choice not to come around when she is around. But, from now on, you better believe I will be there holding my head up.

Keep calling me ugly, trash, a whore, a slut and a bitch. Just shows how little class you have. It really shows how little class you have knowing I have never even been rude to any of you. I actually have tried to be nice to all of you. I even apologized about one of my friends being mean to Erin or "Airren" as she likes, because she's so desperate to be someone she is not, to have someone she can't, won't and never has had. But, she took that apology and twisted it into little lies. For all I know, she believes what she has been spewing out of her mouth. I don't give a rat's rear-end anymore.

I have only taken the time to type this out, because I feel the need to explain my side. It will be the only time I say it, and it is the last time I will ever bring it up. Keep talking, please. Karma will get you. I used to talk to, and guess what? Karma got me in the ass. I used to use people too, and guess what? Karma got me in the ass. What goes around comes around.

So, keep posting your pathetic statuses, comments and wall-posts. Keep saying snide remarks when I am around. I'll keep being the bigger person, because I know I am not doing a damn thing wrong, and I have not done a damn thing wrong in this five months relationship.

I get what I want, bitch. I always have, and I always will. You should learn to deal with it, because you are going to suffer some greater consequences and challenges in the near future. Good luck; you're gonna need it.

And, for the family and "best friends" of Austin who run their mouths about me. Keep talkin'. I'll keep quiet, and I'll just keep sittin' and lookin' pretty while you look more trashy by the second. Oh, and call me ugly. It really, truly pushes me to better myself. Sorry that I do not have to cake on make-up like the rest of you females to feel confident and secure with who I am. I am not insecure.

Okay, I'm finished. :)

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