To top shit off... after a shit
filled day...
I come home to discover more SHIT.
My Single White Female...
(everyone who knows me knows who this is, and her infamous stories...)
Shes at it again!
NO JOKE!
Let me do the count down...
she now has ripped off the fallowing tattoos from me...
1.) Virgin de Guadalupe tattoo, on the same arm... same place.
2.) Dia De Los Muertos tattoo...
3.) My CUPCAKE TATTOO (and on the same spot on her neck)
4.) Stitches around the wrist.
and the KICKER... READY FOR THIS!?
MY FUCKING NIPPLE TATTOOS.
NO JOKE!
She fucking tattooed red hearts around her nipples now too.... she now had
perma- pasties like me.
And I KNOW she knows about mine VIA two old mutual friends, who both saw and
know I had mine.
THATS WHAT HAPPENS...
WORD GETS OUT... AND SHE RIPS ME OFF.
I have known her since she was 13.
she had been stealing my identity since then.
Invasion of the body snatchers.
and all I can do is bitch about it....
and then send her love.
because its got to be depressing going to bed at night knowing you have based
your style and personality on someone else’s.
How empty that must be.
