me feel bad? nah!

richie’s mom called me to tell me that she is having a really rough day and needs someone to talk to. so i thought all right…ill see what this bitch needs to complain about.

she tells me that she came back from the doctors and they told her that her liver is still bad or worse or something like that…

no shit. you knew 3 months ago that your liver was bad and wasn’t processing out the alcohol or whatever you shove down your greedy throat. your body is failing because you fail as a human to take care of your body.

your body is a temple and should be treated as such. would you pour posions in the bathtub and then bath in it? i don’t think so. not that you even bath yourself at all. nasty bitch.

sorry that was a rant.
back to what she was telling me:

basically what i could understand from her sobbing was that she doesn’t have much longer and thats she’s blaming her bfs son for feeling so stressed out all the time. she can’t live at her bfs anymore because she is stressed out all the time. yadda yadda.

she was suppose to come over so we could talk and hang out and such but then she changed her mind to go over to a AA friends house.

that to me means she will be spending her last moments alive binging out on some form of drug or alcohol.

whatever, my life will move on better without her here hurting everyone.

goodbye denise, i will not miss you.