Sad, lonely and growing old? I think not.

Update: October 3, 2017. The person that this post was written about is now a registered sex offender in CT. He was caught with child pornography and was convicted in 2008. A bit of internet sleuthing helped me find him. So much for me being the "degenerate" he told everyone I was. It's also why I can't seem to find him at all (or him attacking me, like he used to) on the 'net. Not having any media presence is probably part of his parole agreement. I love getting the last laugh. Narcissists always do themselves in. He did it with 12 images of someone's kid he could pleasure himself to. Sick.
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I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, really. I've managed to save more money this year (wow), I have more friends, and more joy lately than I can shake a stick at. Even my health has improved, according to my blood tests. My team of doctors are impressed. I have love, my mother, a great job, and even my precious boo Dexter turns 11 on Friday. In fact, he's sitting here next to me as I write this, purring. Black cats are a charm.



Hearty Christmas wishes to those that have been good and generous to me this year: RD, Margie, Rosanna, Robert LaMarca, Randy, Jamie, Mom, Bea, Pat, Louella, Barbara, Rick, the other Rick, Judy, Anna, Michelle, Pengy and her mom, Andrew, Antonella, Dan, Becky, Liam, Hank, Mell, Chris, Leila, Mark, Amy, Jenn, Duane, Dwayne R., Marie H., George T., Tom, the other Tom, Kenny, Josie, Jay, Damone, Mike, Salvatore, Pierre, Rayna, Thelma, Jackie and Charlie, Paul, Walter, Jon, Zip, and Deborah. Lonely? I think not. These are people I never spoke about or introduced you to due to your nasty ways. If anyone wants to get the shit kicked out of them, I'm sure you have a daily list. You're just pissed off because I'm nowhere near it anymore.



Remember: you walked up to me that night in the summer of 2000. I wasn't looking for you. I was remembering Otis's last days before he died. He was a dear friend who suffered. I thought you were a dear friend, but I've watched you make other people suffer, and that is unforgiveable. Not that you have a conscience, it's only how nice the gifts are before you suck the life out of people and throw them away. By the way, last year's ornament was $1.59! Would I rate more? Maybe, but only if someone else paid for it first. And Pengy knew about Tutta Pasta because I told her. So much for "well, it was a last minute thing." How insulting. Good luck with the Durango, though. It is a fine vehicle. Haven't looked at the link in weeks and then surprise! Guess everything happens for a reason.



Pick up the phone? No, I can say it right here and save on long distance. When you explain why you didn't come to my father's funeral or even send a belated birthday gift this year, maybe I'll understand. Oh, wait. That's right---I didn't give you something expensive first. I keep forgetting, it's about what you can take from people. It's not about real emotions, it's about "mimicking" emotions so others think you're generous while you're actually sucking them dry.



Shame you couldn't see this sooner, I guess Joe was too busy to drive you to your computer...



Merry merry Christmas, Happy Zippy New Year and God Bless!