Dickhead From Hell.

You know, if there was ink on that bedspread, I mean, since you love to criticize me and point out all the ways I fuck up, I mean, I just thought you'd have shown me before or something, so, I guess I don't believe that there is paint on it or whatever cause, you know, you would definitely have pointed it out...

FUCK YOU.

All I asked was that if he and his silly-ass friends were going to be doing art upstairs that they could move the carpet back (the new rug I bought to hide the stains) and remove the blanket. I put the nice blanket on the bed to hide the ink stains that I sometimes love and sometimes find mortifying. I asked that these things be removed so that the things that are already ruined with nasty ass paint can be further ruined, as they already have to be replaced, instead of ruining new things and pissing me off further.

And this jackass has the audacity to start giving me this little speech about how I'm unfair and I criticize and bullshit like that at 7:30 in the morning when I've just driven him 20 miles in the opposite direction from work so he can putterfuck around with his mom to try to earn some money. So yes, it's cute that he might earn some little bitchmade money, but I'm losing money on the deal driving his dumbass back and forth, back and forth, from his mom's house.

And I'm willing to do it because I love his stupid ass and want him to feel good about himself and like he made some little fucking sillyshit money that ain't good for nothing and won't pay a single goddamned bill. And then, after he blows up at me like a dumbass because I asked him to move my shit instead of just ruining it like he always does, he says, "Well can I use your phone today?" and my dumbass puts my phone in his hand so I can't even text Vowels to bitch about it.

God, I'm an ass. He's a bigger ass. He's an asshat fucktard dickhead good for nothin' piece of shit dumbass.

It's like he was offended that I was asking him to take care of my stuff. And really, I'm offended that I HAVE to ask him to take care of my stuff. I'm offended that he doesn't just fucking take care of my stuff. I'm offended that, although it's slowly, painfully getting better, I still don't trust him worth a fuck even not to rob me...I certainly don't trust him to think for himself about how he can not FUCK UP OUR HOME.

God I LOVEHATE him.

(So sexy...)