For the past few months, my ultimate annoyances have taken up residency with that hot mess called Timofy. I was extremely angry with her for the shit she pulled on me back in the summer. But now that time has passed, I'm much calmer with any thoughts of her. I've moved on in other words. This is the beginning portion of the post I wrote when she decided to text me to wish me a happy Turkey Day...
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I've finally heard from that thing called Timofy. She sent me a text early this morning informing me that she is indeed alive and well. I'm happy that she is doing "great", but I am not so happy that it took almost three weeks since I saw her last to let me know that the trip she/we were planning was postponed. One word: typical.
I'm totally done with her bullshit. Let me explain. For the years that we were "together", I was always the one who got the blame anytime nothing went according to plan. The one who was to blame when we were late. Oh yes, it was Whip's fault again. "She takes a long time to get ready." so was the excuse. I was the one that had to provide damage control in order to save face even though that bitch was passed out in public somewhere.
I hope she finds her peace.
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I'm hoping now that all issues are under the bridge, she won't act like such a dumb cunt anymore. Oh, wishful thinking - you get me all the time!
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