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I swear to the sweet motherfucking baby Jesus, fucking govies.

Todd, chill, man. You're like hysterical right now. Yeah, of course she was here. Thanks. I thought we were friends, but no. You had to call the Nazi on me. It’s kind of sad. I really liked you, and as an aside, I thought you were really hot. But alas.

Okay, Todd. Not her—the other one who I heard was at the AG’s office now. For God’s sake, what are you guys, butt buddies? That bitch already contacted the goddamn cops on me, and frankly, I sent her the text log. I assume she read it and saw when he refused to confirm or deny it.

I used to occasionally look at {D} and say, “Why the hell do women put up with you?” {D} would smile slyly and point to his dick. That was his answer.

I am so livid I can barely fucking speak.

So apparently {D} is in Las Vegas.

It’s rare to get a second post for the night, but I just got a phone call from my mom.

First, I want to say: happy Apocaversary II to {D}. It was a year ago today they took him into a meeting and fired his ass. Well—let him resign. Same difference. Can’t wait for Apocaversary III. That should be fun.

This is kind of an obligatory post. There is nothing happening in my world. I am alone, and I talked to myself all day. I haven’t left the house in almost two weeks.

I would really appreciate a response to what I am about to say.

So the AG records are trickling in, slowly after almost a year. Today I got the ones about my actual case—the ones that counted.