April 26, 2005

A Very Personal Fuck You

I'm back, and I'm fucking pissed. Shall I enumerate? I shall. To wit:

1) Don't tell me who I have to be nice to, bitch. Yeah, we've been friends forever, and I love you beyond reasoning, but if you don't quit trying to talk me into liking people I can't stand, I'm going to make like your recent post and cut your fucking tow-line. You know who you are. 'Nuff said.

2) Don't ever, ever get snippy with me because you're pissed at someone else. I am my own woman, and not, contrary to popular belief, joined at the fucking hip with my girlfriends. Don't assume I know what's going on when I don't, and don't assume that just because one of them is pissed at you that I must be, too. We're out of grade-school now; that shit won't fly, that dog won't hunt. You hurt my feelings - again - and I'm fucking tired of it.

3) Quit blaming your problems on the rest of the world. You want to say anything you please, and then stalk off like a pussy when someone has the gall to call your sorry ass on it? Please. Quit using people's heads for pincushions every time something doesn't go your way, and maybe your transparent bullshit won't fly back up in your face next time. Goddam! People are idiots, and it never fails that the one guy out there proclaiming to be the biggest bad-ass will be the biggest bully and coward of them all. And sometimes, a fucking liar to boot!

4) If you're going to have a pity-party, do it on your own fucking time, or get a blog, so that you can vent where I don't have to listen, or at least where there's a BACK button I can make use of.

For all three of you who may be interested, each and every one of those statements goes out to a different person. Two of 'em read this site, two of 'em don't; unless you have been on the phone with me, or on the receiving end of my face-to-face bitch-cunt wrath in the last twenty-four hours, I can assure you that none of the above apply to you. So don't freak out or anything.

Finally, to the wienerdog, just in case: I tried to e-mail you several times, as you asked, but the shit keeps bouncing. Either you've blocked me as a sender, or your yahoo box is so full of shit that it can't take any more. You know where I live, you know my phone number, and you know my e-mail addresses. If you want to talk to me, I'm right here. If not, that's fine, too. Really.

I promise.

Posted by Queenie at April 26, 2005 11:29 PM


You know, sometimes a well-placed "LOOK, BITCH" works wonders.

It's always good to have a place to vent, too.

You know how to reach me, should you need me.

Posted by: Margi at April 26, 2005 11:39 PM

Nice. Thank God I am NOT on your shit list. Let's do each other a favor and always avoid that. You sound a lot like me...and we could probably start a fire under water if we weren't careful. ;)

Posted by: Dana at April 26, 2005 11:48 PM

Heh. I had to get it out. It was eating me up inside! And y'all know me...not one to suffer in silence.

Margi, thank you. You are a treasure.

Dana, fear not. My wrath is not easily incurred; I'm actually pretty nice. No, I take that back - I'm actually really nice. I promise. What you read is unedited venting on a page, nothing more. What's more, YOU seem real nice, and very reasonable. I have a feeling we'll get along fine!

Posted by: Queenie at April 27, 2005 12:30 AM

Okay, okay. I get it, you unmitigated cunt. I'll shut up about it, but you are SO WRONG IT'S PAINFUL! Fuck you, too.

Yeah, I love you, too. Bitch. ;)

And...hey! Why am I not on your blogroll? Fix that!

Posted by: Kelley at April 27, 2005 12:33 AM

BeeYATCH, puhLEEZE...jus SHOOT uh muhfukka nest time...a'ight?

Nice moves. I like how you twirled the pasta onto your fork, and didn't spatter your dress.

"There's a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation: Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."



Posted by: Bane at April 27, 2005 03:10 AM

I'm thinking you seriously got your point across. I'll be making sure I stay on your good side. Hope your day gets better and I hope that you are feeling better (not sick any more) as well.

Posted by: Moogie at April 27, 2005 07:39 AM

I am sincerely glad you are feeling better. Welcome back.

Posted by: hoosierboy at April 27, 2005 10:27 AM

DAMN!!! You've got to feel better after all that!

Note to self: Don't ever, under any circumstances, piss Queenie off...

Posted by: WarWagon at April 27, 2005 11:11 AM

I love this woman!

Posted by: Ames at April 27, 2005 02:29 PM

Was it my aftershave?

Posted by: Dash Riprock at April 27, 2005 03:18 PM

Something vexes you?

Posted by: oregano at April 27, 2005 05:55 PM

Damn, I disappear into the world of Dom/sub chatrooms for a little R&R, and when I poke my leather-clad nosie out for some fresh air, I find an amazing tirade! Not to mention, it has some great humiliation fodder for the dungeon in it.

Thanks, Queenie!

*toddles back into BDSM-land*

Posted by: Mamamontezz at April 27, 2005 10:42 PM

You are the one.

Posted by: Yabu at April 28, 2005 01:56 PM
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