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God Please Help Me Not To Kill That Son of a B*#%!

I seldom pray these days and some of you may say that my lack of prayer is likely the cause of some of my issues. That may or may not be true but today I am an angry woman. I just realized that I blew almost two frikkin years on a man that wasn't worthy of my time. As much as I would like to blame him for giving me a false sense of hope (don't get me going on my thoughts on hope. I'm not too fond of keeping that crap alive at all), I blame myself for foolishly volunteering my time, emotion and energy to a complete jackass.. FOR TWO FRIGGIN YEARS! Now I'm not one to dwell on mistakes. I believe we should take the lessons from them, apply them to the future and move on but its hard to do that when you can't stop thinking about what a son of a b-tch your ex is and what a jackass you were for enduring the b-tch@ssness buffet they served you for an entire relationship. My friends knew he was a jerk. I just thought he was an aspiring good guy with deep rooted jerk issues. Fast forward to the present and I wonder why I never listened to my friends. Now I'm sitting here with a two years older vagina, 3 gray hairs, and back to square one. Each time I start over I resemble a wounded soldier after war and look worse off than I did when I was drafted by the douche that deceived me.
So today I sit here and pray that I don't try to this fools house in a crazy ex girlfriend rage and slap the shat of that SOB. I mean, I really had to pray. I'm talking straw church hat with fuchsia netting and feathers, fan with tongue depressor handle fanning, tambourine hip thumping crazy church lady raging prayer is going on right now in my house.
Listen, I have to tell you something. Come closer. Put your eyes to the screen.
IF ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS DONT LIKE THE BEYOTCH, PAY ATTENTION.
The whining adolescent defense that "no one understands" is something that fell out of a bulls arse and you know it. The fool is a waste of time and you need to cut him and her loose before you end up sitting next to me in my pew, attempting to have a revival of your ego that just got rear ended.
That is all.
Be safe folks, be smart and above all...think kinky!
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