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GET OVER HERE!! *grabs you by the throat and delivers an uppercut, inflicting radical damage*
LIAR! You never did kiss my ass. You're the one who flew off the fucking handle, and I'm the one who had to do ALL the ass-kissing. All of it.
"You son of a bitch. Not only did you think he could be persuaded to give me up easily, you discussed me as if I was a fucking cow for purchase!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" -- YOU, 5/2/2004
MY GOD. I don't know how the FUCK you got that analogy, but if you want to be bought and sold like a cow, that's your prerogative. As you will recall, you once told me I should "speak freely" -- unfortunately, I made the mistake of doing exactly that! You hypocrite!
I don't even know why I even got involved with you in the first place -- I do not know what the FUCK I was thinking. I should have known from the outset that you were gonna be trouble. My parents and family now think I’m some sort of sex pervert, because I engaged in an online relationship. But that wasn’t the worst thing: I missed an even greater opportunity with someone else, and I'll never get another chance.
After you threw me out like yesterday's garbage, I raced back to her... but she had already “crossed the Rainbow Bridge”. I'm gonna regret that for the rest of my life. In fact, I’ve got a mind to sue you for all of my time that you wasted. It’s called “palimony” -- all that time has monetary value. You didn’t have the guts to just terminate the relationship then and there -- you instead chose to drag me around by the dick, for a while longer.
Oh, and I'll be taking back that DVD and video game -- since you were so unappreciative of them, after all. The law says I can take back whatever I brought into a relationship.
"Oh dear god. You sent me a game." "I don't like it when people spend a lot of money on me. 30 dollars is a lot to me." -- YOU, 12/20/2004
TRANSLATION: "My very destitute boyfriend couldn’t even afford THAT much -- I just want to be able to say that he got me the most expensive gift(s)."
You FOOL! You are so transparent.
Assuming that your new "sugar daddy" makes $12.50 an hour (as you said), and works 40 hours a week, the ring that he eventually buys you will have to be at least $4000 in price, to satisfy the "two months' salary" rule. And I suppose you're going to tell me that's NOT a lot to you. Gold-digger!
What I should have done when you said all those horrible things, was contact the USPS carrier, and call back the shipment. It also cost me $36 to drive out and meet you in your podunk hometown-- which was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I want that money back, as well.
Return the items, in complete, usable, undamaged condition, along with a $36 money order, to:
Reclamation Dept.
P.O. Box 204
Nederland, TX 77627
Do what I say, and do not fuck with me. This is not a game. I've got more than enough dirt on you, to completely ruin your life. Your employer will fire you when he/she sees all those raunchy confessions of yours... and your parents will cut you out of their will, when they see that single frame of video that you stupidly sent me. (You know what I'm talking about.) Your brother will get EVERYTHING! And in addition, you will be turned over to a collection agency, to collect this just debt.
THINK ABOUT IT! Is it worth losing everything, and being publicly ridiculed wherever you go, just to stand your ground?
Didn't think so. So, “it does as it’s told!”
First of all I'm not employed, so I can't be fired. Not to mention, what I do in my personal life, as long as it's not on work grounds or during work hours, is not my employer's concern.
Secondly, my parents are over-bearing, not psychotic. I would get a serious sit-down talk for such revalations. I would not be disowned. Also my parents don't have a will. So I can't be cut out of it, seeing as how it does not exist.
Palimony is not an official legal term. It's a slang term. It refers to a written contract between two people in a non-marital relationship to express an interest (or lack thereof) in obtaining property upon termination of the relationship. We had no contract. You are not legally entitled to anything.
Liar, hypocrite, gold-digger, ass-kisser (or not, as you put it)...Call me what you like. Your opinions are set, and I'm not going to change them, by trying or otherwise.
My "sugar daddy" is a mechanic. He's not rich, and it's quite possible he never will be. That's really all I have to say on that topic.
The dirt you think you have on me is bogus. You don't know anything other than what you've held onto for these last three years. You have your facts crossed so badly, I don't even have the energy to unravel them for you.
All of this, added to the fact that you began this discertation with an expressed desire to inflict physical harm upon me...I hardly think you're in a position to make me look like the one to fear the law.
So, in answer to your demand: No. If you're sitting there telling me the law entitles you to them, plus monetary compensation for your time, I'm here to tell you that No, it does not. We had no contract. You don't have any legal hold.
Do please go away. I will stay away from your blog, regardless if you do the same of mine. I will leave you alone and not contact you any more, being that it is apparent my presence angers you.
First of all, you've got no room to talk about "physical harm". You've dealt me a few "virtual hits" before. If you choose to act like a man, you don't have the moral high ground to complain when you get treated like one.
No contract was ever necessary. You led me to believe we were in a relationship, when we were not. And when everything fell apart (mainly your fault,) you led me to believe that it was salvageable, when it was not. I don't know where you're getting your legal advice, but the law states that YES, gifts given in anticipation of marriage can be retaken. That doesn't apply only to really expensive jewelry.
"Oh dear god. You sent me a game. I don't like it when people spend a lot of money on me."
That, among other things you said, is going to haunt you for the rest of your life. So for that, you can shut your fucking mouth, you HYPOCRITE.
There's quite a few scumbag attorneys out there who would take my case. All those chat logs that were saved, now have a new purpose: EVIDENCE. They'll prove, once again, that you led me to believe there was a viable relationship, when there wasn't -- thus, I completely wasted 16 months of life on your worthless ass, because you were fuckin' lying to me. And that time, whether you like it or not, has monetary value. I believe it was your responsibility to end the "relationship" you didn't want to be in... but you DIDN'T. You instead chose to drag me around by the tallywhacker a while longer... and you know that's the God's truth.
Your parents may not have a will, but they can sure draw one up WITHOUT YOU IN IT. When they see exactly what they sent you to school for, they may do just that. I bet you never thought of that, you tweeker.
My total lifetime (cash) expenditure on your loser ass was about $86. I was DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS -- since you were so unappreciative of that DVD and video game (which totaled $50), I think it would be fitting for you to give them back. Keeping them, even though you didn't appreciate them, is just hypocritical -- there's no way around that fact.
You can take it easy on yourself and return the DVD and video game.
But if you DON'T, things are gonna get much worse for you... Your confessions (along with that snapshot) will end up in every newspaper and blog in America. THAT was the "dirt" I had on you. (It's not slander and libel if it's TRUE.)
You will be unable to show your face out in the real world, because you will only be known for your promiscuous exploits... and I feel that's a fair and appropriate ending. You'll wish with all your black heart that you had just stood down, and done what I asked.
You're cocky enough to think I can't win a lawsuit against you. Well, you won't be laughing when all your hopes and dreams get crushed under the wheels of my new MOTORHOME!
I know full well you didn't write this. The real Gretchen isn't THAT smart, as far as I know. (Wanna prove me wrong? See a psychologist so he/she can administer an IQ test. Those things you take online are worthless -- only the Wechsler, Cattell, Stanford-Binet, etc. have valid scientific results.) My full-scale IQ is in the 99th percentile (137, WAIS-III). Beat that. (Different scores on different tests have different percentile ranks.)
Your hypocrisy is fucking astounding... I'm sure you remember that familiar incident in which I told Marcus I'd buy him a CAR if he "retired" the relationship on his own terms. (That relationship would end eventually -- and I'm sure it was your fault.) You cut me out completely because I did that (things were never the same afterward,) but you took him back, no questions asked, when he threatened to commit suicide -- twice. That's WRONG.
A new car would have been a real prize to him, because if I recall, he did not have a vehicle at the time (I don't know if he does now.)
As far as your "sugar daddy" goes... do you seriously think he's going to be able to provide for you? Heck... he drives a crumbling Triumph Spitfire 1500, model year between 1977-1980. What does that tell you about his financial situation?
I also noticed you blocked me off after I lashed out at you. There could be only one reason for this: you posted a very pernicious blog about me, that you didn't want me to see. If you're going to run me down, I'd certainly like for you to unblock me, so I can know what you said about me.
I told you before -- if you don't return my gifts, I will come down there with police officers, to retake them. I will not "go away" until they are returned -- I am not leaving our friendship without them. Do you understand?
You can no longer afford to be a smug little bitch. This is the end. You must surrender now, because I'm ready, willing and able to fight you to get back what's mine. If you don't return the items, you're gonna regret it for the rest of your STD-shortened life.
Whether or not my facts are crossed, that pornographic photo will be all the concrete evidence I need to destroy you. When every man, woman and child on Earth sees a photo showing the face of a completely random guy buried in your toxic catbox, there will be nothing left for you to do but commit suicide, because you'll never be able to face ANYONE in this world again. You will never be able to get a job either, because no one will hire someone who is generally known to be promiscuous. (It's not slander and/or libel if it's TRUE.)
This time, try something more effective than OD'ing. Swerving out in front of an oncoming 18-wheeler will finish off even the hardiest individual. And when you've been forced to take your own life, I'll end up suing your estate anyway. You can't win.
Yes, I am willing to go to whatever length it takes to get back $50 worth of video devices -- because it's the principle involved. You were unappreciative of them, but you didn't send them back of your own accord -- signifying that you are a HYPOCRITE who practices double standards.
You have been warned. Do as you've been asked, or the entire society will attack you like a pack of hyenas dragging down a crippled zebra.
$50 or $6374817. Your choice.
♥ Wendy
It's not my fault that my parents were fucking sorry individuals who didn't do their job; but you're right, I'm the only one who can change my future. And believe me, I'm doing everything in my power to get up and out of that hellhole. I've since re-entered college, and this time, I'm gonna stay with it. With a little luck, I'll eventually get a better job, and get a place of my own -- as far away from them as I can get.
Hey I'd stay mad at myself if I ever actually met anyone that I meet on the Internet. Can't say that I blame your parents for that Boo.
Don't actually know your parents so I can't say what kind of job they did raising you if that's what your talking about.
Re-entered college? what happened the first time around that you had to re-enter? I still say not to go to CA or NYC when you make your escape Boo.
♥ Wendy
♥ Wendy
