Posh Gemz

This is all I have to say about the Posh situation. Now, we all know that up until yesterday there was only ONE person on this mutherfuckin' blog who I took seriously enough to let him affect my emotions. But yesterday, with Posh... that shit was bannanas. I swear to y'all on my LIFE, on my Mother, on my Grandma's grave that by the time I raised up outta here last night, I wanted to kill that bitch Posh Gemz. Those are some seriously unhealthy emotions, but i felt them. And STILL do. If I could kill her, I absolutely would, because people like her don't even deserve to be alive. She's a nothing and a no~one, and she has the attention span of a rabid squirrel. I wish there were words in the english language powerful enough to express how much I truly despise her, but I can't think of anything foul enough. Just know that I HATE every inch of you, Posh Gemz. I hate your mother for being a dumb ass bitch and creating you. And if you have a child, yea I hate that little mutant bastard, too. Know that. And yes, I have a full grip on how awful that last statement just was, but you know what? I meant it. Every word. You're CRAZY, and I've slowly realized that even communicating with you is doing something terrible to me. You're lowering me down. And fuckin' up my rep. So on that note, after this comment, I'll be sure to ignore every last word you say to me, b/c it's all just nonsense anyway. Posh you need help, and me giving you a tounge lashing isn't going to fix your problems. But.. you need to realize that the ONLY reason I bounced out of here last night was because I had to, NOT because you had scared me off. You know I'm always out of here by 6 pm every day, because i have things to do. I have a LIFE, off of this keyboard. I actually stayed in here until 7:10 just to argue with your remedial ass. Now how stupid of me was that? Posh Gemz, you can go str8 to hell, and I spit on your grave, and your mothers when that bitch dies, and if I could make it to the bottom of the ocean to spit on your ancestors, I'd do that too. Word is born. On that note, homegirl you are INVISIBLE to me and you can talk all the shit you want but you'll get ignored. Talk is cheap, bitch. You have my address, and you can come get it if you want. I hope all the horrible things I've said will prompt you to do so. Because my deepest fantasy is to stab you slow. Also Posh, you need to quit telling people that you "run me off", because you do NOT scare me, as much as you think you do. Girl please. I'm NOT your child, and you didn't discipline me at all. I held my own against you, like I did with all the other bitches, and you're acting like you "won" simply because you got the last word. That only happened because I wasn't AROUND. As for Revenge, I read what you said, and I'm glad you think I'm just a "little drama boy", but honey what are you? There you go jumpin' on the Posh bandwagon. Get a backbone, bitch. Always cosigning on somebody else's check. If you had a problem with me you should've came at me, instead of singing background for Posh. This had NOTHING to do with you, ya fugly slut. You're just as ridiculous as she is, and I have nothing else to say to you, either. Go eat a pussy or something. Whatever it takes to stuff that big mouth of yours and keep MY name out of it, and off your keyboard.