Haterade

Oh snap. I'm about to put someone on notice. Ready? Good. So, I've been having this warm, fuzzy feeling reunion with my old high school classmates over on myspace. Obviously, with high school comes old memories of bitchy people who you never really liked anyway, but thought maybe, just maybe time would work wonders. Well, I was wrong. (Oh shut up, like I've never admitted that or anything.) Anyway, there is one particular girl. We'll call her Fudge Round, just for conversation sake. Anyway, I got an email from Fudge Round the other morning (as in 7:59am) excitedly telling me of an email she got from another classmate of ours, we'll call him Baldie. Anyway, she was very excited about this email, as she used all caps and at least 10 exclaimation points. Anyway, when I emailed her back and said (and I quote):

That's great! How's he doing? What's his email address?"

That was literally all of my reply to her. Her reply? "Well, let me email him first and ask him if it's ok that I give you his email address."

Hold the phone Fudge Round. You're going to WHAT? It's just totally wacky considering that I've known Baldie all my life. He wouldn't mind if I sent him a fucking email. Fudge Round is seriously pissing my shit off. Not because she wouldn't give me his email address. I think I'm more pissed off because she was such a bitch about it. I mean, why did she even bring it up in the first place? Oh wait. I know. She wanted to have something over on me. Oooh wow. You've really got me there Fudge Round. You've really got me there. Ugh. Some people never change.

Since this is my blog, and I can say whatever the fark comes to mind, here goes! Fudge Round, I don't really like you. You're gossipy, and bitchy, and you have a rather large ass. You don't use proper grammer or English for that matter, and I really don't like the fact that you're hung up on Baldie. I think your husband, Oatmeal Cookie, would be jealous if he knew this passionate love you held for Baldie. Get over yourself Fudgy. You're a bitch and nobody likes you.

Okay, I've said my piece.