::Roch Says::

::New Post on the Kitten::

What's up people? Well I've had another burst of inspiration for the Kitten. I just wish I've been having that concerning my sketching. I'm in a creative slump in that department. I just wanted to let you know that there is another post on that blog, but also I wanted to share this story with you. So last night I go to the gas station and with gas prices on the rise it's been taking me a full $20 to fill my truck when it's a little over quarter tank. So I'm waiting around for my truck to fill and I look across the street at the 7 Eleven. I hear some loud ass fuck ask, "Hey, is that Rochelle?" I'm like what the hell? I'm the only person at the gas station because mind you it's like 1 am. So this asshole gets in his car and drives across the street to the gas station I'm at, and I see that it's my first boyfriend. Now if you already know about...let's call him, Abner (to protect the fucking lame), you know I hate this guy because he did me wrong. Long story short: I was 13, we were together for 2 and a half months, I didn't give it up, he went and fucked his best friend's slutty ass cousin. OK, with that in mind, he tries to come up to me acting all kinds of cool. Trying to show off the car his daddy bought him for his 20th birthday, trying to prove to me that I'm missing out on whatever the fuck he thinks he has to offer, and the most insulting part was all the while he was trying to check out my ass. So, Abner is one major jerk. I let him talk all he wanted, until he finally asked, "What's up with you? You shouldn't be getting gas by yourself at 1 in the morning. If you were still my girl, I'd take care of you." So, you can gather that I let him have about 6 years of the pent up frustration he should have gotten shoved up his ass back in the day. I believe it went something like this (sorry I can't remember what exactly I said because I went CRAZY):

Look you little shit, I told you back then I didn't want anything else to do with your conceited, over-bearing, pompous ass. You have a lot of nerve to come up to me like everything is all good after all this time. You can take the car that daddy bought you and drive right off a fucking cliff for all I care. You see this truck? At 19, it is under my name, I'm paying for it, and yes I bought it brand spanking new. You're not special no matter what you think. You're just another jerk who's going to be living off daddy until you're 30 fucking years old. I don't need you coming over here acting like I'm the one missing out, because obviously you came here because you can see that over the years I have improved for the better. You wouldn't be trying to look at my ass otherwise. You can look all you want, but remember you're the one who fucked up and you'll never get a piece of it. I have way too much self respect to allow you to try to suck me into your little, "let's try to make up for the past". You were a mistake then, you are a mistake now, and you will be a mistake later. Now move your lame ass out of my way.

He zoomed off real quick with his little rice rocket. I'm not sure if he was mad or embarassed because he had one of his friends in the car. Whatever. He fucks the dumb, as me and Brenna like to say, as inspired by Grouch's CD. Oh, if you do read the post on the kitten, I guaran-fucking-tee that was not inspired by that asshole. That was inspired by a different person. So yeah...that's it for now peoples. Until next time, take care of yourselves!

Random Blurb: Time to go watch Jenny Jones...I have to have a daily dosage of some kind of crappy talk show.

posted by Rochelle @ 9:20:00 AM