Before I start, many of you know what this is about. It is about one person in particular and I will not put their name. AND I hate to put people out on blast, but... ... I will tell you I don't think I have ever been so disgusted and angry in my life. It is amazing how heartless, selfish and just plain cruel one person can be. A lot of you that I know in real life, not just online, know how forgiving I am and know that you can get away with a lot before I write you off completely... But this is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Not only am I hurt by this, but this has affected my family. And you all know what kind of crew we are. Typical fucking Italians.

About four months ago I met this girl. Super pretty, super cool... In to art, music and everything I'm in to... We became friends, not anything special but friends. After we kicked it for about a month I decided I wanted to introduce her to my best bro. My best friend. My fucking blood. I told her, "If you like him let me know and if not please be honest." From what I saw they got along and it was all good. They kicked it for a few weeks and that's when I pulled out the "talk".

"I like you. I think you're fucking cool as fuck.... But my boy likes you and if you hurt him I will hurt you." - Me
"Jenny, you are so funny... It's cute how close you two are." - her
"I'm not joking. Don't play games... Just be real with him ok." - Me

Everything seemed to be going good. They were always together and I never saw an issue. I was happy that I had introduced them and thought that maybe he finally met a good girl. Well, a girl that was good for him.

Now... Last week was my birthday and he left to go see her. I was cool with that, it was late and we were all already drunk. It's not like he left mid-party for a chick (I would kick his fucking ass). He leaves the bar and we all leave to go home. Blah Blah, boring right.

***Comic Relief of the story***

I woke up at eight the next morning to see that I have like twenty missed calls form the nigga. So I call him back, mind you I'm still drunk and a still kind of asleep:

"Hello" -
"Hey... Is everything ok? You called me like twenty times and you know I turn my shit on silent when I go to bed." - Me
"Who is this?"
"HUH?!?" - Me
"This is (Name)'s dad"
"(NAME) IS DEAD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" - Me
"No!!! This is his DAD! Who is this?"
"Oh this is Jenny..." - Me
"Oh dear GOD! Are you awake now (laughing)? Jen Jen go back to bed and I'll have him call you back in an hour"

He calls me back and we laugh because I thought he was dead... The he tells me what happened. He tells me that she punched him in the face, he tells me that she scratched him across the neck, he tells me that she threw all his stuff in a puddle of water, he tells me that she blames the fact that she has a STD on me...

????WHAT????

Yes, she blamed it on me. Now, we are a close fucking family but who? How? WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!
Now wouldn't I have to have sex with her to give it to her? Oh, but she went into detail. hahahaha - and it's kind of funny.
Now... I am convinced that the entire time I knew her she knew she was fucking infested. She knew that he was clean and that she was a dirty fucking whore bitch and didn't say anything. Now, before I met her I was talking to a dude and it wasn't anything. We hooked up a few times and decided being friends was cool. She came into the picture and straight up said, "I want to get laid", so I introduced them. By my introducing them to one another I FORCED her to fuck him and that's where she got her shit.

NOW!!! This is the really REALLY funny part.
Are you ready?????
I'm clean.
He's clean.
She goes on a vacation, comes back, I introduce her to my [clean] bro and all the sudden I gave her fucking crotch rot?!?!?
I'm no fucking scientist... But if you're "clean" before you go and come back fucked up... ... ... How did I fucking taint your shit? Wouldn't be because you couldn't keep your god damn legs closed?

Now... When I heard that I'm the one that gave her fucking twat boogers, I was so pissed off that I went to the doctor and got my shit checked and I will be nailing my clean bill of health to her door, putting it on her car and hand delivering one to her job tomorrow. Seriously... Don't fuck with me baby doll, I will make your life a living hell.

So if any of you are looking for me tomorrow afternoon, that's what I'll be doing.... ... ... And if you want a copy I can bring you one too-

PS - my nigga's still clean bitch... So double check before you point fucking fingers.

Like I do every afternoon, I take my little break.
Today I went and brushed my teeth, like always, and went back to my desk to check my horoscope.


*Sneeze*

I use a little Germ-x and head to my desk drawer for some lotion.
I flip open the top, squirt a little into my palm and that's when it happens... ... ...
I close my eyes and inhale. As I exhale the memories start to .

*January 2006*

I was living in an apartment in Allen Texas with a girl named Nicole. I was dating a guy named Wil and Casey was probably my best friend at the time other than Nicolette. It was really cold outside and I was laying on the floor watching Clerks, the animated version... I look behind me and he says, "You are the love of my life... I'm so glad we are together... ... And by the way, Heather has hired a PI that's been following you."

"WHAT!?!" - me

"Yeah, she's going to use you in court so that I cant see my kids." - him

"DOUBLE WHAT!?!" - me

"It will be ok... Just as long as I have you, nothing else matters." - him


*LAUGHING*

Mannnnnn... ... ... Funny ass shit. I wonder what that guy is up to these days...

hahahahahahahaha

The smell of cigarettes linger...
"Ohhh... What day is it??" I think to myself... "Sunday... Sunday is good. I can go back to sleep"
I reach up towards the window to open the blinds and I see it.
Blood.
Blood all over my left arm.
Blood all over my hands.
Blood all over my pillow.
Am I dreaming or awake? Fuck... Pills and booze =s not good for me.
I sit up and notice that I'm half way dressed, hair stuck to my face and a bit of a headache. Ok, a major headache.
"Ok Jen", I say to myself, "You made it home, your car's out front BUT where did this blood come from?"
So, I recap my day...
I went to a wedding.
I went home.
I took a nap.
I went to July.
I went to Lee Harvey's.
I went to Weekends. Alone.
I went to Weekends alone...

What happened at Weekends? I didn't drink while I was there. I went inside. I left... What happened at Weekends???
I get up, finally make it out of bed... I look on the floor. My skirt, my debit card, my paper ID (hahahahaha thanks GPD).
I go into the rest room and look in the mirror... ... ...

I guess what happens at Weekends can be seen on my face:

i got a new tattoo

i gotta new hat and a new book

life is GREAT

IM'ing is funny:

Im JB and Sarah.. Well she's SI


SI(08:54:57): my head feels like it's about to fall off my neck and roll around on the ground

JB(8:55:13): lemme know when it does so i can watch

SI(08:56:04): K

JB(08:56:24): but i will help you put in back on

JB(08:56:27): hahaha

SI(08:56:49): eh.... maybe we can just get me a new one??

SI(08:57:08): don't want all the crumbs and dirt on the carpet to get stuck on the bloody end

JB(08:57:21): YUCK

JB(08:57:25): that is AWESOME

SI(08:57:34): HAHAHAHA

SI(08:57:37): you're so weird

Line of the day:

"Whatever!!! You're just trying to steal my jew"

>jeffy<