I think that some people forgot who the fuck I am and how I fucking deal with shit. There’s no drama in my life usually because I don’t tell shit to nobody, because more than half the people I work with are Janus-faced bastards that, at this moment, had better learn to shut the fuck up before speaking to me.
I took him back but that don’t mean it’s smooth sailing from here on; we both have a lot of talking to go through about how you keep your fucking mouth shut about the shit you pull at all times but by the end of it I think we’ll be alright.
Who I don’t think will be alright is the married woman with my nth-month-old goddaughter whose husband fucked around with an employee.
Who I don’t think will be alright is my so-called ‘bro’ who plans on marrying a good friend of mine but doesn’t want her knowing that he fucked a manager while they were dating.
Before those two cunts ever speak to me again about how “Your (sic) lame” for taking him back, “Real lame”, remember who the fuck you’re messing with because I have no problem with ruining the rest of your lives if you ever try to ruin mine.