Feeling both empowered and terrified as I drove into work, I looked up at the sky and started talking. The rules: Start your post with the above line. End your post with "I stole the first line of this post from Stay Tuned, by Jenniffer Weigel" And maybe link back to me so people can understand the point of the post. And whatever you put in the middle is up to you. There's no deadline. Write whenever you feel like it. If you want to have your post included, just leave a comment or send me an email telling me you've posted. PS. This is open to absolutely anyone. All you have to do it write it.

Feeling both empowered and terrified as I drove into work, I looked up at the sky and started talking.

The rules: Start your post with the above line. End your post with "I stole the first line of this post from Stay Tuned, by Jenniffer Weigel" And maybe link back to me so people can understand the point of the post.

And whatever you put in the middle is up to you.

There's no deadline. Write whenever you feel like it. If you want to have your post included, just leave a comment or send me an email telling me you've posted.

PS. This is open to absolutely anyone. All you have to do it write it.

Feeling both empowered and terrified as I drove into work, I looked up at the sky and started talking.

Okay, God, or Goddess or Oversoul or whatever is going on up there, Let me do it today. Seriously.

I am going to walk into that classroom, poke that little mushroom-haired See-You-Next-Tuesday right in the cross pendant she is wearing and say “You blueblooded, social climbing, yellow-bellied, lying little bitch of a girl...It ends here.”

What have I ever done to you? I know, cover your ass in conferences because you don’t know the kids. Oh, yeah, and drive your stupid ass from the bar to see Wicked, when you even remarked ...”Oh, my god, I’m Gli-enda”. Yes, you are, you fur-wearing animal-hating republican-voting backstabbing whore. I loathe you.

Why on earth would you lie about me to our boss? What in the wide wide world of sports were you hoping to gain? Were you that jealous? Am I just that good? Because I am smarter, taller, funnier, sexier and yes, I will say it, better than you? Even after the best education, designer shoes, and lipo on that ugly ass, you still don’t cut it. I suppose that’s what’s wrong. All the money in the world won’t buy you respect. Or love. That’s why you’re still waiting, doll, because no one in their right mind would want to spend 10 days with you, much less the rest of their life.

It’s not just that you refer to your father as “Daddy”, always, especially in earshot of others. It not the fake southern accent, either. It may be the holiday tree decorated for Mother’s Day, Halloween, Labor Day, etc. A Labor Day tree? WTF? And the fact that you put the ornaments the kids make you on the “ugly” tree. That says it all.

Feeling both empowered and terrified as I turn the door handle, I realize it. Finally the penny drops.

You are not worth it, you smug, whiny, sorority bitch. Not worth it.

Tell Daddy I said so.

Stolen Lines #4

Sunday, May 10, 2009

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