Sent to my email by my Ex-husband's current fuck:
"Since you haven't replied and I haven't heard anything different,
I'm assuming we're still on for Saturday night at my crib. Ima make some
curry (probably like the one I made last time) or or or..... spinach chik'n
cannelloni. Tell me what you prefer (or better said, tell me what K***
prefers cuz he's a little picky).
Oh, I almost forgot, bring your camera so we can
experiment a little. I have some ideas which involve red lip stick.
Ami and I have been working on some art projects. I think you'll like
them. They've been quite politial (of course) but their soon to take a
different turn. You'll see :):):)
Oh, and you're gonna like the additions to the crib. We brought back a
Black Madonna, a rosary and some large candle votives for our alter from St.
Augustine. Oh, did I tell you the night of the party we bought another
mask,a crucifix and a diplay table at shoppie seconds?? I don't
remember. See, there is something I forgot. lol.
Later dawg, holla back at me.
Oh snap, one mo thang, we can't do the keys this sunday but I'll try to
keep next Sunday open for Jupiter. Sorry, my dad invited us and Ami's
parents to
play pool. :)
Peace out stank ass hooch. --- I love our slang.
One more, one more, we've less than a week for System. I can't fucking
wait!!!! :):):)
Alright, that be it. I'm out."
Whether this was an accident or not, I don't fucking care. I told her to delete my email from her address book before and yet I still get this stupid shit.
Hey dumbass, if you are reading this, if you have any brains at all you would delete my email address by now. I don't need you rubbing your good life in my fucking face.
Stupid cunt.
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