More on that bitch Jamie

So, last night, I had just gotten home from work, and getting ready to make me some Mac N'Cheese when my cell phone rings. It's Jamie. Seems that she was in town to see a friend in the hospital, and wanted to see if I was home from work, and if she could come over and see me. She was fun, and we had a good time, so I said yes. My roommate is still gone until next Tuesday, so I figured it was all good.

Jamie gets there, we start in on a bottle of wine that she brought, and within a half an hour, are making out on the floor in front of the TV. We are starting to get in to it, when she gets a text message. Now mind you, it pissed me off when she literally took her hand from down my pants to read the text. I was absolutely fuming after what happened next. I am going to paraphrase the next part of this, just so you get an idea of the conversation. And yeah, I may take a few liberties with what she says. Oh, another thing, her name isn't Jamie, it's Brynnda.

She puts the phone back up on the couch. Me: "What text would you get that was so important?" Brynnda/Jamie/Bitch: "Well, it was my ex boyfriend, we have kind of been talking lately." Me: "Well, if you have to go, you have to go, no big deal." Bitch: "Well, I was going to bring this up earlier, but would it be a big deal if he came over here?" Me: "Are you out of your fucking mind? We are inches away from fucking, and you want your EX boyfriend to come over?" Cuntface liar: "Well, yeah. I told him about us, and he wants to meet you." Me: "Meet me? Or watch me fuck his girlfriend? Or have a three way with his girlfriend, and his girlfriends new friend?" SLutbag whore: "It's not like that, really. He just wants to meet you." By now, she was visibly shaking, and I could tell she was getting really uncomfortable. Me:"Do you really expect me to believe that? Why in the fuck would you tell him about you and I?"
Cumdumpster bitch: "Well, you were going to write in your blog about me!" Me: "That is not the same and you know it." Cuntsack: "Whatever you say, so I guess I should leave." Me: "You don't have to, I just want you to be honest with me. If you had something planned, you have to tell me. How do you know that I'm not open to a threeway?" Dumbasswhore: "Really? Because that's kind of what the plan was. I want to get back with my boyfriend, and I figured what better way to get in to his good graces than by hooking him up like this." Me: "That's what I thought. Now you can fucking leave."

It took all I could muster to keep from pushing the bitch over the banister to the parking lot below. And wouldn't you fucking know it, her slimebag boyfriend was IN THE FUCKING PARKING LOT waiting for the go ahead.

CHRIST! Why does everyone have to be so fucked up? I have to go to work now, and I don't know if I am done venting yet. As a matter of fact, I am really thinking about finding this bitch and fuckin her up. But I probably won't. I have been in fights before, but the last time I searched someone down just to beat her ass, I ended up walking away after the first punch. I just couldn't keep the anger inside me. I guess we will see. I know from a conversation that her and I had that she will be at a party that I had absolutely no intention of going to on Saturday.

Dumb bitch anyhow.
Lova ya
Sammie