I've been in Atlanta the last few days, and I've been sleeping better for it. I also got to hang out with my friend Courtney for the first time in two years, which was great. My stepdad is looking at a house tomorrow, and if it stays at that price, we won't have to sell the house in Panama City before we move, which is AMAZING news. That means I won't have to wait too long before starting school if I get in, or an apprenticeship if I can get it.
Despite all this, I'm a bit upset.
I got a very bizarre, profane voicemail Thursday night. Well, two- one from Uncle Gumby calling me a "motherfuckin' whale motherfuckin' cunt" and another that starts out with Pinkie's younger brother rambling a bit and then the Raging Redneck Asshole she's engaged to (*barf*) picks up. I don't have an exact transcription, but it goes something like this:
"Hey, you fat fuckin' orgasm bitch (1). I just wanted to let you know that I hate you, my wife hates you, she ain't never heard from you (2), my fuckin' baby hates you (3), and I hope you die very soon. You're boring as shit, you don't know shit, because you are nothing more than a piece of shit. Have a nice life in that fucked-up head of yours. This is (*name here*) (4). So, peace out, bitch."
Something like that. So I dialed Pinkie's number and left her one last voicemail:
"Hey, this is Sarah. I just got a nice fucking voicemail from (*name*) and I just wanted to say that if you want some shit said to me, you can say it yourself instead of getting (*name*) to do it from a blocked number. I know this more than likely won't get heard but this will be the last time I call. Goodbye."
So, I'm done. I'm tired. I was upset for about ten minutes, and then not talking to Pinkie anymore was suddenly a much easier pill to swallow.
Unless it relates to something I'm talking about or she decides to contact me, I won't mention her much anymore.
Anyway, that's all for now. Later.
(1)- Um... What?
(2)- Bull-fucking-shit. I've called her a thousand times and sent her messages and everything. I even sent her ass a birthday card.
(3)- I'm pretty sure that babies aren't capable of hatred. I'm no expert but that doesn't make sense, a baby hating anyone.
(4)- Big mistake, dipshit. I could press charges with that voicemail.