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Welcome to part 3 of the 7 part series.

She talks about how she knew I wasn’t worthy of her the second that I opened the door and let her in my pad.  Then why did you suck my dick?  Why’d we fuck?  Are you that desperate?  That loose and slutty?  Your standards ain’t all that high if you gave it up right away.  I like it rough.  I couldn’t be rough with her cuz she’s one of those fragile bitches.  And she’s overweight, so she’s limited on what she can do.  I still fucked her though cuz the pussy was good.  She said I wasn’t “smooth.”  Damn right I’m not.  She likes romance and shit.  fucking foreplay.  Nothing wrong with that, but I like to get down to the nitty gritty.  So if any of you guys out there wanna hit that shit, feel free.  She’s easy and she’s a slut.  But you’re gonna have to kiss her and suck her tits and shit before she can get horny.  Nothing wrong with that, but it’s more work than I’m used to.  She even fucked one of her ex’s friends to get back at him, so if you wanna set something up to pass her around, she’s already proven she’s down for that, too.

She continues to talk about how I’m 30 and never been in love, how I’ve been fired so many times, and that my friends are losers.  She’s like a broken fucking record.  That’s about all she can say cuz she’s slow and thoughtless.  And the fact that she’s drunk makes it even worse.  All them years of smokin’ bowls took their toll on her bigtime.  Then she shits on us comic book writers.  If not for comic book writers, your ass wouldn’t have been able to see Spider-man and Batman on the big screen.  Don’t hate on us cuz people respect us and enjoy our work more than massage therapists.  Hey Star Jones…that day you were at Disney and was supposed to get a massage and that pedicure took too long?  Guess who your therapist was gonna be?  That’s right…Angela Walker.  The p.s.b. (psycho spic bitch).  The same one you complained to that you didn’t like the pedicure.  The same one who said she wanted to see you naked to see how fucked up your body looked.  Yep, that’s Angela Walker.  latinalmt@yahoo.com.  sexycancer628@yahoo.com.  healinglmt@hotmail.com.  Feel free to drop her a line and let her know how you feel about her.  Or if any guys wanna get with her, she’s into online dating.  That’s how I met her.

That whole place where she works is full of idiots.  Motherfuckers are sloppy and messy, they steal from each other, steal tips, they’re dishonest, they get high...especially that guy Jason.  He’s the supplier for all the Niki Bryan employees there.  And their supe is some drunken, partying faggot who’s the girl in his relationships named Michael.  Her new best friend.  And she wonders where she gets her shit from.  Her environment, that’s where.  She constantly complains how she’s bored at work and hates her job.  Well, dammit, you’re still there, aren’t you?  Cuz of Michael?  I know you and Jason are gonna hook up so you can get some weed out of him.  Go ahead, toddler.  Do it.  You know you want to.  Cuz you’re weak.  35 years old and weak.  Doing the same stupid shit you did 15 years ago.  Spendin’ all that money on therapy and diets and workouts and ain’t none of it doin’ shit for you.  You ain’t lost a damn pound.  And who’s the real loser?  Not me.  Unlike you, when I say I’m gonna do something, I do it.

Then she goes on about how she was the best thing that ever happened to me.  Pretty much her last ditch effort to save the unsaveable.  She talks shit about a relationship I had a long time ago with a lady I used to work with.  Wasn’t a serious relationship, but it coulda been.  I ain’t gettin’ into no details about it cuz I don’t know what the fuck she’s up to and this doesn’t involve her anyway.  But good ol’ Angela Walker is jealous of her, too.  Jealous of someone she doesn’t even know.  She was jealous of Andy on time cuz he was gonna give me a ride somewhere instead of her.  Guys, be careful of this bitch.  Till she gets the help she needs for her mental illness, don’t get attached.  Get the pussy (cuz it’s good and easy), but don’t get attached. 

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Welcome to part 2 of the 7 part series.

This girl gets off of work at 8p.  As soon as she got home last night, what’s the first thing she did?  Yep, she came here for about an hour and a half.  Woke back up around 1:30a.  Did whatever and came back again around 3a for about an hour.  Went back to sleep and came back again at 7:30a.  Who’s the fucking loser?  Did you get drunk again with your new homo friends?  You might as well go ahead and turn full bi cuz no straight guy is gonna wanna keep you after this shit.  You’re hangin’ out with the right people now. 

In this message she talks about who would fuck my sorry, boney ass.  I don’t know, you perhaps?  What’s that say about you?  She thinks she’s putting me down yet the whole time she’s just shitting on herself.  What a dumb ass.  I’m her settlement?  She only learned to talk that way after I told Sophia that I wouldn’t settle for her.  She admits to her problems but does nothing to solve them except leave slurry messages on my voice mail.  She thinks it’s a big deal that I don’t talk to my parents.  Uh, I’m not the only one in the world who doesn’t.  But for her, it’s a big deal.  Then she talks about my friend Vanessa; calling her a ho.  I’m glad I didn’t introduce you two cuz you’re the only real ho, Sophia, you cum swallowing cunt! 

She blabs about how Vanessa is the only one who invited me to Thanksgiving and how she did it at the last minute out of pity.  Hey stupidhead, that invite was done months ago.  It just turns out that circumstances prevented me from going over there.  You, on the other hand, had no one invite you anywhere.  Not your mom, not Toby (your future husband.  There’s your settlement), not Lance, not even your punk supe Michael, not nobody.  What’d you do?  You called me from work and wanted to spend the night with me.  You wanted us to have a Thanksgiving together since things didn’t go well with my trip to Vanessa’s.  You brought me some food, we had a good time, but now I’m a loser all of a sudden?  I coulda shit on you and told you I didn’t want your company but I wanted to end that day on a good note at least.  And I decided to do it with you.  The person with no straight friends to hang out with.  The person who didn’t get any invites to anywhere.  The real loser!

She admits to being drunk (duh) and says that she always picks guys that are less worthy than her.  So what’s she’s saying is that she’s been a loser her whole life.  She says she can only tell the truth when she’s drunk and mentions my whole name.  I left it in cuz it don’t matter if motherfuckers know my name or not.  And she said dumb shit like this even when she wasn’t drunk!  She’s just an emotional wasteland and highly dependent on others.  Not financially, but for everything else she is.  She beats to death the thing about me being 30 and never being in love.  Apparently she’s the only one who gives a shit about this cuz there’s millions of men and women who are my age and haven’t found the right one.  Unlike her, I won’t settle.  People like me won’t settle.  Especially not for someone like her.

Then she talks more shit about my friends.  She’s always been jealous of them cuz I go out and do shit with them and don’t invite her.  She doesn’t understand that not everyone is the same in the world.  I know she wouldn’t be able to handle the way we talk.  She could barely stand the way I talk.  But she kept giving it up cuz she liked the way I felt inside of her.  Those are her words.  She was literally begging me to hang out with my friends.  Why the fuck would I do that?  She’s a psycho nutjob who can’t take any form of criticism; even if it’s meant in love and fun.  She doesn’t know how to do that.  That’s why you stayed home while I went out.  I encouraged you to go find people to hang with and she got mad about it.  And now what’s she doing?  She found some fags that party every night and get plastered.  That’s the best she could do.  For the longest time she kept blabbing about how she’s 35 and too old to be doing that.  Apparently not, you pathetic little girl.

She says that me and my friends are losers and belittle each other.  I have an open relationship with everyone I know.  Me and my life are fair game the same way themselves and their life are fair game.  Nothing is held back and it’s all meant in fun.  Nobody takes shit seriously.  Cuz we’re “grown-ups.”  That’s one of her favorite words to describe herself.  Really, she’s just a little toddler in an overgrown, fat, spic bod.  You notice I’m going easy on the insults.  I could totally murder her character if I wanted.  But I don’t hate her.  I don’t hate anyone.  The girl is depressed and possibly bipolar.  She has a severe mental condition and she needs help to deal with it.  I recognize this and I can’t make fun of it all that much.  I could’ve saw myself with her for a while if she would’ve lost the weight and got her head together.  But clearly that’s something that’s not gonna happen now.

She complains about how I’ll be a loser 10 years from now and how I watch so much tv.  TV is my parent.  It’s always been there and will always be there.  It’s my primary source for news and info.  And she’s jealous of a fucking inanimate object!  Because sometimes I wanna chill at home and watch tv rather than go out or do something with her.  Ha.  Now that’s pathetic.  She says that writers don’t watch tv.  Huh?  You fucking spic, writers CREATE tv.  Everything you see on the tube is done by a writer.  Why do people watch the shows that they watch?  Cuz it’s well written, that’s why.  Writing is the basis of all entertainment.  She doesn’t get that.  And I’m a writer.  I’m inspired by what I see.  Ideas come to me from what I see.  And the same applies to other writers.  Get a clue, you drunken kindergartener.  I’ll see you all at part 3.

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I should call it “Drunken phone messages of a psycho spic bitch,” but I’m too nice of a guy for that.  The purpose of this 7 part series isn’t meant to hurt.  It’s meant to help.  Her name is Angela Walker; a massage therapist for some Niki Bryan spa at Disney.  Real last name is Morales but she got married to some guy who used to rape her (and she let that go on for about 5 years) and his last name was Walker.  She kept the name cuz she knew if she had a spic last name that job opportunities would be limited.  That’s her excuse anyway.  When you listen to the messages, she doesn’t sound like a spic, does she?  Another one of her attempts to be white.  Look here toots, the white man that you hate so much (that’s another story all together) thinks along these lines: once a spic, always a spic.  You can try to be one of them as much as you want but you’re still a spic and will always be nothing more than a spic in their eyes.

She lives at some apartment complex called the Broadwater at the corner of I-drive and Westwood.  Wednesday night she left me 7 scathing voice messages.  Why?  Because I didn’t wanna have sex with her that night (because she dissed my friends and always wants to argue about nothing).  So she decided to go out with her faggot friend/supervisor Michael and his pole-smoking buddies and get wasted at Pulse (some fag club).  According to her, it was the only way she could muster up the balls to ‘break up” with me.  Add to the fact that I didn’t invite her out Tuesday night to the Ale House (for some reason that bothered her) and…well, let’s just say it drove her overboard.  At least now you know why she wasn’t invited.  Because of this kind of shit.

Here’s our history:  We met in a Yahoo chat room.  As we all know, I’m the one and only kow626.  Her Yahoo id is latinalmt.  Feel free to drop her an im.  Especially now that she ain’t gettin’ none.  I im’ed her first (I was looking for a score and I got it).  Before, she had her pic up and everything but she took it all down.  We chatted for a little bit and then for a whole lot.  She was scared to meet me at first cuz she thought I was “abrasive.”  She was scared of what I might say in person.  Eventually we started talking on the phone and she finally agreed to meet me at my place.  It was supposed to be just a sexual relationship, but she turned out to be pretty cool (at the time).  I banged her that same night.  She told me before that she was easy, not stupid.  Turns out that she’s actually both.  My dick was too big for her tight little pussy (see, I gave her a compliment), so we couldn’t fuck the way we wanted, so I finger-fucked her instead.  Come to find out that she had some kind of std scare; the clap or a yeast infection and that was why we couldn’t fuck that night.  Later we’d find out that it was actually nothing (so her doctor said).

We ended up seeing each other a lot, but because she was so fucked up in the head, she came to the conclusion that I was cheating on her (which I wasn’t and never did).  After a night of fucking her on her period, all the stress of putting up with her (and other things going on in my life) accumulated and (partly because of her smelly, bloody pussy) I couldn’t stay hard.  This resulted in her going absolutely fucking crazy on me.  She thought I couldn’t stay hard cuz I had fucked someone earlier.  And you still wanted to fuck me anyway, you dumb bitch?

She wouldn’t leave my apartment for hours.  She was screaming and shit in the hopes that my neighbors would hear her and call the cops.  Didn't work.  I finally had to forcefully kick her the fuck out and (just like many times before) she cried like a little girl and told me that she loved me.  What a sap.  Then she called the cops and claimed I had kept her credit cards.  They came in and searched and found nothing.  When that didn’t work, she claimed that I scratched her arm (she probably scratched herself).  That failed, too.  We filled out a police report and that was supposed to be that.  The cops told me to get her the fuck out of my life and leave someone like her alone.  I shoulda took their advice.  I came to learn that she has a pattern of doing things like that to men she got involved with.  She even told them later that I had child porn on my computer.  They didn’t buy it.  That probably came about cuz I showed her an mpeg of a girl drinking piss fresh from a meat fountain.  She almost threw up in my trash.  It was fucking hilarious.  At least I still have that good memory.  She took down her yahoo info like her pic and shit for fear that I might smear her like I’m doing now.  You brought it on yourself, bitch.

I was pretty sure it was over between us but she called me and wanted to apologize.  I talked to her and called her toxic.  Apparently this struck a nerve and from there she proceeded to go to anger management classes and begin a weight loss program.  Clearly none of this worked for her or she wouldn’t still be overweight, she wouldn’t have gotten drunk, and she wouldn’t have left the messages that she left me.  She begged me to give her a second chance, and I did.  I’m the type of guy that doesn’t forgive and doesn’t forget either.  I didn’t forgive her and I didn’t accept her apology for what she did, but I did give her a second chance to redeem herself and prove to me that she was trying to become a better person.  When she was good she was good.  But the bad began to outweigh the good.  During our time apart, she came up with an online identity to speak to me.  I knew it was her from the start but I played along with it anyway to see how long she’d keep lying.  And she wanted me to trust her again?  Please.

She came up with the Yahoo id sexycancer628.  Her “name” was Ms. Sophia Jones.  She finally came clean with it when I told “Sophia’ that Angela was unkeepable and that I wouldn’t settle for her.  After a night of good sex (I can’t lie), she admitted to her falsities and said she was upset that I said that.  Gee, I wonder why I did, you lying, untrustworthy bitch!  You are unkeepable.  Who the fuck would want you?  Listen to these voice messages and tell me…who would want you?  I ended up keeping her around cuz she was actually cool.  She seemed to have changed.  But she didn’t.  She’s still the same ol’ crying, lying, argumentative, in denial, excuse-making little girl she’s always been.  I swear, I think this little girl is bipolar.  She’s afraid of being alone the rest of her life cuz of the way she is.  She’s on the right track, that’s for sure.  What I’m gonna do now is analyze the voice messages for everyone so ya'll can understand what the fuck she’s talking about.

First she calls me a loser and says that I don’t have a car and harps on about how I got fired from my job.  I already know that I’m a loser and have said it many times on this blog.  Everyone already knows why I don’t have a car.  And I already explained how and why I got fired.  And the fact that I got fired multiple times in my life?  It only made me a stronger person.  Not a big deal to anyone but her for some reason.  She calls me a loser but she’s calling me early as hell in the morning for some dick and she’s drunk.  You just went to a fucking club and you couldn’t find a piece of dick?  That’s just pathetic.  Who’s the real loser?  A girl that can’t get laid in a club.  Pathetic.  She says I’m a mistake in her life and shit like that.  Who called who for a booty call?  She says I have a crooked dick.  I ain’t no Jake Steed.  My dick curves downward slightly, but it ain’t crooked.  Then she talks about how I paid for my first piece of tang.

Let me explain that.  I used to live up in the hood.  My neighbors were 2 chics.  One who looked like Stacy Dash.  Yeah, that Stacy Dash.  The other wasn’t anything special, but still hitable.  I was walking down the street (I have no idea where I was going) and she walked up to me and invited me in.  I knew what was gonna go down.  Then she asked me if I had any money so she could buy some weed.  I gave her 5 bucks and we proceeded to fuck.  In the back of my mind I figured if I hit it good enough, I’d get a shot at her sis.  Her sis got locked up for nonpayment of child support (usually it’s the guy but remember…this is the hood), so that plan went to shit.  Still, I know I was a late bloomer.  I was 21 and still country, stupid, and inexperienced (of course I’m the mac now).  And that’s how it happened.  I got no shame in it.  And now the world knows.  Just like ya’ll know that I sit down to piss at home.

She talks about how many guys have been in love with her.  Where are they now?  One of them raped you for years.  Is that what you call love?  And the fact that I fucked you the first moment we met combined with all these guys you’ve been with…what’s that make you?  Yep, society calls girls like you a slut.  Let’s see…she’s had 2 threesomes involving 2 other men each time before.  She takes it up the ass.  She sucked my dick (and I ate her pussy after making her shave).  She let me cum in her mouth and pussy.  She also let me cum all over her face, tits, body, and even a little bit in her hair.  She swallowed it once.  I fingered her and made her suck them as soon as I took it out of her puss a couple times.  Did the same thing with my dick, too.  PTM style (pussy to mouth).  And I barebacked it quite frequently.  What would you call a girl like that?  That’s right…a slut.  It was that slutiness that made me keep her around for longer than I should have cuz it’s hard to find a girl that’s willing to get freaky like that.  Did I mention she was bi?  And she even said that if she made porn, she’d let someone piss on her, but not in her mouth.  What’s the fucking diff, you idiot?

Want more dirt?  Hmmmm…here’s some of her dark little secrets that she told me never to tell anyone but since she needs to learn her lesson, I’m gonna tell the whole fucking world.  When she masturbates (which she does with a toy she got from Adam & Eve called Mr. Thin), she fantasizes about being a young girl and being molested by an old man.  That is straight pedophilistic insanity!  She used to work in a prison down in Port Charlotte (where not too long ago she worked in a video store for practically minimum wage and she talks shit about me) and she fantasized about having sex with the inmates.  What a sicko!  She even fantasized about having sex with an under-aged white girl.  This girl is totally fucking twisted, man.  She even got off on a story her fag supe Michael told her about how he was getting fucked up the ass by his fag lover.  This turned her on and she went home and fingered herself to a nut in 5 minutes just from thinking about that story.  She calls me a piece of garbage but who’s the one living in a messy apartment with dog hair everywhere?  Not me.  Her pussy even smells like absolute shit during the last phase of her period.  She even acknowledges it, but I can’t tell her that (yeah, I fucked her anyway)?  Rubbish!

Then she says I should be grateful that anyone would give me some pussy and she proceeds to call me a nerdy bitch.  Probably because I watch cartoons, read comic books, and collect toys.  Hey, I’ve admitted over and over again that I’m a geek.  And I'm proud of it.  Tell me something I don’t know, little girl.  This is what she does.  She tries and tries to say things to hurt people when things aren’t the way she wants them to be.  As we all know now, that’s her fucking problem, not mine anymore.  See, what’s gonna happen is that she’s gonna check this blog over and over and over looking for what I have to say.  Well, she doesn’t have to look far.  She doesn’t know that I know that she’s been checking my blog incessantly during the last couple days.  I know her IP addy: 69.165.137.13.  She’s went to my yahoo profile to come here cuz she couldn’t even remember a simple ass address like kow626.com (don’t forget about the www).  That’s what all that drinkin’ and weedin’ does to a motherfucker…makes motherfuckers forget shit.  Feel free to leave a comment, Sophia.  You're not blocked.  Let the world know what you have to say for your pathetic, hopeless self.  Anyway, I gotta head out.  For now, I’ll go ahead and put up all 7 messages and I’ll add commentary later.  I’ll see you all at part 2.