Wednesday, February 9, 2011

365/40

raise your hand if you're not reading this blog.


...even if you only read it on a hunch to "annoy" yourself. who needs to fuck off?

6 comments:

stone hunter said...

For all you unfucked asshole women who can't write a decent or even interesting blog and therefore are of course breathtakingly addicted to my beautiful daughter Cheyenne's incredibly wise, loving and gifted one-in-a-million hilarious writing ability, I pity you.

And I spit on you.

What you gave up for your association with creepy insecure bullies whose lives are based on jealousy and fear of exposure is your icky cross to bear, and you are pathetic, and ugly.

Cheyenne's Mother

(who once gave you the benefit of the doubt, against her better instincts. Lesson learned. Yuck.)

Jess

d said...

i mean, i definitely don't. why are you stalking me while i'm trying to harvest my fresh crunchy greens and shit? i see you stalking me in front of my house with your scythe. give up the ghost already before you get served, yo. the intranets are serious bidness.

it's my birthday and i'll cry if i want to!

owlishly said...

i mean, i definitely don't. why are you stalking me while i'm trying to harvest my fresh crunchy greens and shit? i see you sitting in front of my house with your scythe, all crazed and full of bpd. give up the ghost already before you get served, yo. the intranets are serious bidness.

it's my birthday and i'll cry if i want to!

bazanna said...

i never, EVER read this blog. never.

Cheyenne said...

Mom-Wow thanks. Don't hold your breath waiting for a 'holla' on that, lol. And watch it, because one of the benefits of being related to me is banishment at various locations, should MD lie your name, should CFH imagine you at her house even though she has never seen you, or should PH use her insta-matic PhD to diagnose you with some extreme personality disorder, which you caught from me--or did I get it from you? Goddamnit Mom, thanks, haha!

owlishly-It's because I'm so jealous of you and so scared of your imaginary power.

Tami-Duh, no one ever suspected you. Anyone who has the misfortune of hearing KW's dog whistle pitch, and that enviable laugh, knows that all you do online is search for new diseases to acquire. Maybe you could seek out some treatment from Dr. PH, gratis of course, since she cannot ever dispense any medical treatment or advice in Oregon again. Man, those felonies is harsh! Luckily I got my diagnosis early. Jealous?

Susannah said...

um, i never read here.