To the "princess" who lives in my apartment building.

I know who you are, your name, where you grew up, I know your dad and step mom, I know your step brother, and with your simple empty head you seem to not know who I am - we were formally introduced a few years ago but you were too busy staring at my hot bfriend to register me in your little database.

So here is my bitch. I am pulling out of our underground parking garage, and you are entering. However, there is some confusion on my part (as I am a bit spacy) to whether you are turning into our garage or into the next driveway. Also, to be honest, some time ago I assessed you as an idiot and I am a little leary of your driving ability. So to be on the safe side I wait a few seconds to see what you are going to do. My apologies, princess - for the what, 30 seconds it took me to decide you had come to a full stop (drivers ed, I guess you didn't take it - if ya did you'd learn that you are supposed to make sure that you are in the clear before you pull out onto the roadway) you f**king freaked out. If you think I didn't notice you going bullistic, you're wrong. I also decided to glance back at you and watch you raise and lower your hands in "anger and/or despair" as the parking garage door shut on your sh*t box car that daddy probably bought you (seeing as how in the past year I've observed you taking a chunk out of "your" blue sunfire and leaving blue paint all over the side of the garage wall - hilarious- and having that replaced by a rental, suv, and now you have = what is it, a little black modern jobby, definitely worth at least $30,000 less than the car I drive - that I PAID for myself, without my daddy)

So my question is - what exactly made you so upset? The fact that I was trying to drive safely - cause I have been in a few accidents and don't want to go there any time soon, and I don't have a limitless supply of vehicles as you seem to, and I apparently inconvenienced you by my inability to fly out of the garage entrance like a magical rocket enabling you to shoot in quickly without (omf this had to have been SO difficult) you having to swipe your entry card to enter the garage.

PLEASE accept my apologies princess cause I don't know what I'll do if you ever scrape together enough nerve to actually say it to my face, oh wait I do know what I will do and I think you do too, and that's probably why you reserve your comments and disgust with me for the empty interior of your car (well maybe your baby was in there with you and maybe he wasn't, I didn't notice if he was or not).

Well here's a little bit of info for you. You had better hope for your sake that you keep it together and dont mouth off to me cause I am not someone you want to mess with. GROW UP LOSER. Every time a car load of kids pulls up outside our building's back window and your bfriend runs out to the car and hands them something and they hand him money, and then a little while later I see him walking to the fast food joint, it's pretty obvious you two are doing something that ya shouldnt be doing and if your rich daddy found out you were leading a double life in a tiny apartment with a new baby, I wonder if he'd pull the plug on the brand new vehicles and your sales job (are you actually working right now or on mat leave for what, half your $7.00 salary...) oh you are so glamorous I envy you, you are SO cool lol lol

Thanks for the entertainment. I make 3 times an hour what you make, have been a professional for over a decade, have raised more than one child, and still look hot as hell for my age. So keep smoking in the car with your baby, and tanning, and partying, and jumping in to casual acquaintances' father's pools naked and being asked to leave, cause we (your neighbors, friends of friends and friends of your family members) know exactly what you are and we ARE laughing at you - in case you weren't sure. Why dont ya do yourself a favour and go work at hooters, then you can get all the attention you crave and you can even showcase it on facebook to boot :)



The sad part is, if you had taken the time to get to know me through our mutual friends, I am a pretty nice person and I don't even really dislike you. But if I were you I would be more careful who I freaked out at, and maybe you should be a little more patient with other people who are not perfect. You know, you are a mom, and one of the best parts of being a mom for me has been in developing patience. You're lucky I did too cause my animal instinct when you went into your little fit was to stop my car and chase you and smash your face in.

However, like I said I dont even dislike you or really feel angry about this now that I have reflected on it. I have worked so very hard for everything I have (which isn't a whole lot by your standards I am sure, but I didn't grow up rich and spoiled), unlike you, and I appreciate everything I am able to do for myself and my children and I am truly grateful for each breath that I take. So maybe you should try to get your sh*t together. Your child will benefit immensely from an adult role model or role models and right now he is lacking one.

Already way ahead of you