I smoked my last cigarette yesterday afternoon. I am quitting because of a rather intense conversation I recently had with a very dear friend of mine who wants me to quit so that I do not die before I am supposed to do so. But, more importantly, I am also quitting for myself. So my readers will just have to excuse me if I am a bit more of a bitchy cunt in the next few days.
Oh. Wait.
Why don’t I just start that right about now?
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Dear Frances Farmer:
I swore to myself that I would never mention you in this new blog, mainly because I thought doing so would pollute this space that is so special to me with your particular brand of vile hatred, and filth.
However, since you apparently have so little of a life compared to the life I have, so much so that you have the time to spend to check this blog daily and write bitchy and slanderous comments to my entries here (not to mention the entries in your own blog that are all about me, as opposed to you)…well, I just thought it an appropriate time to tell you how much of a pathetic, useless, lifeless, and soulless cunt that you actually are.
And you know something else? I actually regret spending all of those early morning hours trying to talk your sorry drunk ass out of finally taking that knife to your wrists.
Do you know why?
Because you deserve the knife.
So, please, get a fucking life and stop staying up late at night drinking your epic pitchers of fucking French Martinis and stop harassing me in my own new life, in which I am trying (unlike you are) to be the best person I can be. I have amazingly beautiful friends who love me, and a life that I love. And I do not need it to be continually sullied by your lies, slander, and hatred just because you do not have (and will likely never have) the friends and the life that I have because you are such a loathsome cunt.
You wanted me out of your life.
And I am gone.
So why the fuck do you keep coming back into mine?!
I quit yesterday.
And so should you.
With absolutely no love,
Atherton Bartelby
Filed under: Uncategorized , epic rage
I know you had reservations about posting this. But, to reference a line from her favorite film, “She had it coming.”
;-)
Thank you for this. Really.
And now I’ll get all LMFAO on your ass…
“I shoulda been motherfuckin’ ‘Black Mamba!’”
*wink*
Not that I really “know” you…but here’s hoping I never piss you off…
Kerstin: It is a long and complicated story, but trust me when I say that I only write in this manner when I need to “get it out,” so to speak.
And people have to push the envelope quite far in order to piss me off, so I think it’s safe for me to write that you will never go there. *smile*
She will never heal if she doesn’t find some way to let go of this. Anger is so toxic and hate is paralyzing. I can’t think of a reason why someone who wants you out of his or her life would come back time and time again. Unless they needed closure, maybe. But what closure is there? The dead horse has been beaten to an unrecognizable pulp.
Jesus Christ. Is it really weird that the final line of your comment made me think immediately of that horrible horse flogging scene in Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment?
(Actually, knowing you and me? It’s probably not that weird. *wink*)
I feel like Dostoevsky’s Horse, though, when it comes to this situation, so of course you are right: it (I) has(ve) been beaten to an unrecognizable pulp. There is no closure with her; she will always be all about the wraith and the weeping. It shouldn’t be that way, of course. We should all be psychologically adjusted enough at this point in our lives to actually cut a person out of our lives when we decide to cut them out of our lives, and never return.
But then again, that’s assuming that one i s psychologically adjusted enough to do so. *evil grin*
i don’t know what to say. except. jesus atherton…. it’s nice to know that i now know that you are just as capable of life and love bullshit. i mean. you have no idea how often i have to bite my tongue. for what? to avoid hurting someone who has no problem hurting me. i can’t quit smoking just yet but i’m sticking to it when i say i quit him.
i think.
SHIT.
ps: FUUUUUCK THEM for continuing to come back.
WHAT the FUCK is that about?!?!??!?!
[[[sorry. i'm obviously in agreement is what i meant to say.]]]
Oh sweetie you have no idea how much I feel you on these points. Neither you nor I can do the avoiding of hurting them while allowing the hurting of us. NO WAY.
PS to your PS: I FUCKING agree, my dear!
Christa, you’re funny: don’t quit smoking! It’s not worth it! Also make sure A sends me that emergency pack. :D
OMGWTFBBQ! Your emergency pack of Reds is coming disguised as a can of macadamia nuts! LMFAO!!!