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Not a Narcissist




Today I am thankful that I'm not a narcissist

because

they can't have hot sex with another human being
 
...ever...
 
Those poor little babies...

They can pretend but if they can't feel, one wonders how they can enjoy the energy. 

It's not my issue any more. 

I admit to being a brat. 

Yes.....

Manipulating them isn't very nice. 

I know. 

It is effective. 

But it is borderline evil. 

I didn't cast a single spell on Lithia. 

Nope. 

I watched Star Trek the Wrath of Khan

over

and over

and over.

So, guess what I'm thinking about? 

Revenge....

is a dish

best

served

cold. 

That's my favorite line from a movie. 

My favorite lyric comes from Oingo Boingo. 

"I used to eat people like you for breakfast."

My stalker had best run away.....

run far away....

don't look back... 

I've got my protection spell in the works and it has nothing to do with cauldrons, superstition, or magick. 

I prefer lasers, alarms, and private investigators.

My ex confessed last night. 

He took back his confession today and brought me a yogurt as a peace offering. 

I'm too sick to eat it.

I'm not going to swallow any bull any more. 

I know what happened now. 

I'm not happy. 

Nope. 

So...

I'm off to try to sleep. 

Go away now. 

If you bother me again,  I will post his admission of guilt on YouTube

and the video of his sister trying to break into my home. 

I will post the answering machine messages his mother left for me

and share those obnoxious emails online to exemplify what narcissists do and say. 

Neither one of you will ever get a job if I show the world what you are. 

Where will you ever get your supply?

Leave me alone. 

Now!

Thank you. 


Love ya,

S. 
 
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