Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Resignation

So this is it, I've had it. I know I'm tough, I know I'm cool, but this is just too freakin freaky for me to absorb. I'm really hurtin here. I just can't understand what this freakin loser wants with me...I just can't understand why some nerd is after me. It's sick...So I did my resignation letter. I spent over three freakin hours trying to resign with the three big bosses. I explained that I'm no criminal and that this loser is bent on throwing herself through a window just to freakin blame me. Now this is where I am not afraid to admit I'm scared, because first of all, I'm a great aunt, second of all, the daughter you dream of, third of all, too popular around town, without one freakin blemish against my reputation, the reputation of being a complete sweetheart...a giver, an angel, a perfectionist....so why the hell would I risk all that I am, all that I've accomplished on some low life, insanely jealous lush, graduate from some community college loser, lemon driving whacko, tweed pants wearing, whole wardrobe full of no no's clueless freak, cheap flat shoes wearing broad, I swear from some other dimension, known as the twillight zone. WTF....I have way too much to lose so I TRIED to resign. Am I wrong, I figured at least I would be safe...I don't need some demon posing to be afraid of me, copying me, blaming me for the fact that everyone hates her..how the hell is it my fault if everyone hates her...what am I missing?? So the bosses refuse me...feel its best to get rid of Linda Blair...I feel horrible, claim I really don't want her to go, being that I have no malice...I just freakin want my identity back and I would like to be left alone...I know she's like hard up for money and yea, call me retarded, but there is a part of me that actually feels sorry for her, a part of me that understands her sick obssession with me..but the bigger part of me just doesn't want to be hurt in some sick way...so I explained to them that I really am frightened because I saw the same thing one night a long time ago on LifeTime...god, how I love LifeTime...and the woman kept smacking herself at her desk with a picture frame...and guess what...yep, she blamed the other person...the person who wants to be left alone...so I explained that I saw this...explained that I'm scared..how can someone hurt themselves, maybe causing injury which may lead to an ugly scar or a big old ugly bruise...but after speaking to my right arm, my girlfriend, a great lawyer, and 2 of her colleagues, all 3 assured me that this is her next move..whether I understand it or not....so they turned me down, spoke with venom spitting, can you spell Gucci - loser and assured me of my safety. So now, after having freakin 2 absences, which means no perfect attendance award for me because of this selfish prick....I decided to wait and hear if the coast was clear for me to return. So I wait for the green light and I must say, wo am I frightened...So I see her...she is pissed, walking around very heavy...huffin and puffin all over..WTF, what is her problem...so I am avoiding her, being my regular confident self, not even looking at facciabrutta zorcala. So I was talking to this colleague of mine..about this movie that we both saw, discussing why and how the end could've been so sad...and I feel eyes on me....I turn and yep...there's deranged cyclops...staring, fixated, with that hard dirty look...piercing right through me...wtf....so I just redirect my eyes to my friend...now what?? What's with the stare down, when does this end....how does this end...did I make a mistake not dropping off the letter and running to the hills..god, what do I do....you work so hard...so many years of so much hard work, solid dedication...for this?? What do you do?? What do I do....Why can't she leave me alone...when does it end....ooh fashion police..where are you...why can't crazies imaginary friend take her away and talk to her during the day...occupy her mind or something...this has to be the sickest thing in the world...can't believe I'm sick over this...God, I was so cool...but now I'm scared...no more LifeTime for me.....

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