you're calling ME fat? have you looked in the mirror? you smell funny, too.

you always stuck your nose up my ass telling me i was one of the best photogs, i never said that myself.

please correct your grammar. i know i might misspell a thing or two, but that's just because my eyes hurt from working. your writing looks like a preschooler on crack. did you flunk spelling in the 3rd grade? you sure got an A+ in psycho. you flipped out b/c i wouldn't drive you home when i had been drinking and i stuck you in a cab...and i paid for it. i didn't want dinner. you were already wearing on my nerves at 10 am.

and then you called threatening to kill my dogs. and you yelled at the cop on the phone. and i still have a restraining order against you. keep going on with your psycho delusions...and keep threatening me. i know where you live, and the police will be happy to pick your fat ass up. if you fit in the back of the cop car, that is.

funny...i still have a restaining order against you. and this qualifies as public harrasment. you didn't win the case, b/c i have a protection order against you for a year. keep going, and the police will be at your door soon.

i don't wonder why i'm not invited to shit anymore. it's because i don't want to go hang out with losers like you.

oh, you still owe me money.