I'll have to remember to sync my Treo when I get home.
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
((Laura))
People suck. Somehow the fact that he lauged makes it worse (at least in my mind). Like he's not feeling the least bit of guilt for what he did, but instead he enjoys it. I mean, I'm not the sort who would go around stealing purses, but if, say, I was an addict and needed the money I'd at least think I'd feel terribly guilty at having to rob people.
(((Laura)))
I have my whole life on the up to the moment sync'd Treo. I used to have to enter my password every time I went in, but the kids apparently disabled that when they were messing with my ring tones one day so it hasn't been locked down recently. So if this asshole has a brain enough to get to my notes and info he has everything in my life, including a wake up chime at 6am every day. Everything. Of couse, I don't think he is actually that clever. Tell me he is too stupid to find the menu. Lie to me.
The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their "my dicks is so small" cars or black hats, and, uh, they never find the menus on Treos. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
Thank you. And my library cards! He'll probably go check out books written by Rush Limbaugh and Bill O'Reilly and ruin my rep at the library!
Or be foiled in his evil ways by a librarian!
Look at the trap you've laid for him! HAH!
Aw, Laura, that's awful. What a shitheel ratbastard fuckbucket. You totally deserve better treatment from, well, the entire universe. And ITA with tommyrot that the fact that he laughed just makes him exponentially more repulsive.
Dammit, now I seriously want to beat him senseless. Nobody laughs in my Laura's face!
I wish upon him a crippling encounter with your gargantuan spouse and progeny in a dark alley, followed by crippling encounters with bedbugs and bedsores during his long and complicated recovery.
{{{Laura}}}
Last time my purse was stolen, it was found by a good citizen on the side of the road with everything still in it except the cash. I hope that happens with yours, too.
(((Laura))) may the jerk get boils and warts and the funny syphillis and be really D U M and use the tickets and not figure out how to use the Treo.