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THIS IS WHERE I GET TO BE A BITCH AND TELL THE WORLD ABOUT WHAT A SHITTY PLACE IT IS AT TIMES. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

This page will be updated every 21 days or so.

This page is under construction.

The latest Sunny Pissoff: Amanda my room mate bitching about her love life. (She made me write that.)

I really really hate No Name ketchup. It's disgusting.

I really fucking hate it when people accuse you of having attitude or using "that tone of voice" when you are being completely normal.

I really hate it when people use little retarded smiley faces instead of just dotting their "i"'s. It really fucking irritates me. What irritates me more is when girls, when writing to their boyfriends, use little fucking hearts over the "i"'s. When I see that I just want to find the person who wrote it and hand them their teeth. It really drives me insane.

I also really hate it when people are in your goddamn house, who barely know you and decide to be rude for no apparent reason. Just for the sake of being an asshole. It really fucking bugs me. People like that make me want to stick exacto blades under their fingernails.

Know what else I fucking hate? I hate it when people make really lame, transparent excuses about not doing things. I just feel like saying, "Why bother lying to me? I can see right fucking through you." It's amazing the things I see, that people don't realize. It's more amazing that knowing what I know about people I still put up with their bullshit...figure that one.

Okay my newest pissoff is this: On Sunday I was at the local Chapters bookstore when the fire alarm went off. Okay, I figured some asshole pulled the alarm. Then an announcement came on saying "The store really is on fire. It would be a good idea to exit the building." So I have Maddy in her stroller and we're trying to get out the door. Do you think any of those fuckers would let me & Maddy through the door before them? What the fuck ever happened to "Women & Children first"??? It kills me, I could have gotten off the Titanic but people would let me & my daughter burn in a bookstore!

Piss Off

Go back to where you were.
Go back into her arms.
No one needs you here, 
all you do is harm.
I hoped you were in a ditch somewhere.
I hoped for blood and gore.
I hoped that you had killed yourself and 
your little whore.
I wished that you were starving,
And didn't have a home.
I wanted you to know great pain, 
I wanted you to roam.
I prayed that you had been beaten,
I prayed that you were dead.
I thought that you were staying there, 
and you'd stop messing with my head.
But now you're here and I hate you more,
Than I ever thought I would.
I thought that you had finally left, 
finally gone for good.
I wished that you would disapear,
Or shrivel up and die.
But you're still here living happily, 
and I still wonder why.
Why couldn't you have been a good boy,
And slit your fucking throat?
Nothing I would love better than to 
watch your dead body bloat.
Can't win them all I guess,
But I can always hope.
If you ever want to kill yourself, 
I have lots of rope.


-Sunny  

Imported Whore

Imported whore,
You silly bitch,
I shake my head at you.
You must be dense,
Or just naive,
To believe his feelings true.
He wanted your body,
You took it for love,
You stupid little twit.
Drove three hours,
To pick you up,
So you would suck on it.
This won't hurt,
He sweetly said,
While inside your body it slid.
I love you,
I always did,
Even though you're just a kid.
A week goes by,
Your body aches,
Your eyes are filled with tears.
But now you sit,
All by yourself,
Thinking about the years.
You pined for him,
The fantasy gone,
Your knight to save your life.
You thought it was love,
He wanted sex,
You wanted to be his wife.
The years you wasted,
Thinking of him,
Were mearly to pass the time.
While mommy drank,
And step-daddy played,
Your life not worth a dime.
So he became,
Your hearts desire,
This fat, ugly, pompous fuck.
An image of him,
You drilled in your head,
This reality must really suck!
I feel for your type,
I really do,
You dozy little whores.
It makes me laugh,
And smile with glee,
To see you finally get yours.
I hate you,
And you hate me,
You wanted him so bad.
You made my life,
A living hell,
Cause you wanted what I had.
I leave to you,
My left overs Dear,
I hope he screwed you well.
I end this ryhme,
With one last thought,
I'll see you in hell.

-Sunny

This is all for now. Give it about a week and some asshole is bound to cross my path that deserves mentioning on this page. I do have some choice words to add about my ex but the last thing I need is to be charged with slander or something, which the fucker would do, because he's just that. Until next time...

I lied, I am going to add my e-mail address on this page...tell me what pisses you off, maybe it'll piss me off too and I'll add it here...hell use the guestbook as a pissoff page, but watch the swearing on there please...e-mail me at SunGoddess69@compuserve.com