Monday, 5-5-2003: That internet lady, the one who woke me up at 6:15am a few weeks ago (see 3 entries above), occasionally messages me on Yahoo. And I’m usually nice enough to her. But for some reason, I decided to try and get rid of her today:

callie: hey
callie: its Callie
callie: i know you dont like what im doing, but i cant get ahold of Tom today, are both cars home
brad_the_carter: fuck you, you retarded bitch. Quit calling him.
brad_the_carter: Go break up some other family that’s closer to where you live. It’ll be easier for you.
callie: ok
callie: You know, I could really fuck your world up but Tom doesn’t want me to. But I’m thinking I will anyway. Especially if you keep messaging me.
callie: sorry
callie: ouch i wont again
brad_the_carter: And if you ever do end up moving down here I’m going to be putting spikes under your tires. I really don’t care what Tom has to say about it either.
callie: ok

Now let’s see if she ever tries talking to me again.

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