More Venting
Just for Roxanne. Granted, Roxanne has never done anything to harm me, personally. She has, unfortunatley, not been so kind to those that I care about. I also have no respect for prostitutes.
Roxanne once complained of having been beaten up by one of her "clients".
Roxanne, if you hadn't been whoring your ass, it never would've happened in the first place
A Quote from Roxanne:
(still to come)
One day, about 2 years ago, I was walking my happy ass to work around 8 A.M. Everyday, I would walk by Planned Parenthood, and everyday, the same Pro-Life picketer would approach me and offer me literature. I would always kindly decline with a simple "no, thank you" On this particular morning, as I passed him by, and we did our usual exchange, he called me a murderer under his breath shortly after I'd passed.. Luckily, I heard this remark and turned around to rip this guy a new asshole.
To Mr. Man: I'm really sorry that you have absolutley nothing better to do with your pathetic life than stand around on the sidewalk handing out literature on an issue that you, as a fat old man, will never in your aforementioned pathetic life, directly deal with.
Rachelle, this next ones for you:
You wanted to know why I didnt want to spend time with you while I was in Cincy, and I have some things that I need to get off of my chest.
About 2 and a half years ago, you called me up in the middle of the night, claiming to have been raped in the back seat of Robs car while you were passed out drunk. You also told this story to David, your boyfriend at the time, who was also Robs best friend and roomate. (Consequentley, your roomate as well).
This story eventually made its way around Vertigo and a large part of Cincinnati. Everyone that had befriended Rob in the months that you had been dating David, and in the months that you had been associating with Rob, now shunned him. The story that you told A LOT of people ruined his reputation, and permanantly damaged his relationship with his best friend.
Shortly afterwards, you moved back to California, only to call me and tell me that youd made the whole thing up because you were jealous of Robs friendship with your boyfriend. When I asked you about it again, months later, you seemingly didnt remember telling me this and changed your story once again.
I was debating whether or not to discuss this with you at Vertigo, but I opted not to because I was having a good time and I didnt want to ruin the rest of my trip by dredging up the past.
You destoyed a reputation, damaged a friendship, and played the role of a victim (when in fact, you were not), all in the name of jealousy.
The reason that I didnt want to spend any time with you should be clear enough by now. You may be wondering why, in the last 2 years, I've not mentioned it. Honestly, I didnt think that I'd ever see you again.
I've been extremley 2 faced towads you for the last 2 and a hallf years, and for that I apologize. I was avoiding a confontation that I shouldve not avoided.
I dont hate you, I pity you. I hope that your life goes well, and you get your problems sorted through, but the next time that I'm in Cincy, dont hold your breath waiting for me to contact you.
And maybe the next time that you go to Vertigo, you wont be wondering why you aren't recieving the warmest welcome possible.
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