Accept it, you’re Canadian NOT Chilean. Stop saying your family is from Chile because THEY ARE NOT! Just because your step dad is from the country it does not give you the right to start telling people you’re Hispanic. Shit, are you that desperate to make your life seem a little more interesting that you feel the need to lie about your ethnicity?! At first I thought it was weird, then I tried to ignore it, but it just seems that everyday you’re bragging to someone new about how you’re “Latina” BUT YOU’RE NOT! And to actually be Hispanic and have to see you lying about belonging to my race quite frankly pisses me off. What makes me even more angry is when you would try to bond with me over our Latin roots even AFTER I found out that it is your step dad that’s from Chile, whom you have no blood relation what so ever! And while we’re on the topic of your fakeness, for fucks sake will you please stop playing the victim already! You say you have a knack for losing people in your life, then get a hint! IT’S YOU! You’re the one driving people away, you have no one but yourself to blame for being lonely and unhappy. You can’t expect to have close friends when you talk behind people’s backs. You can’t expect to have a serious relationship when you flirt and spread your legs for any guy with a big wallet and a foreign background. Do you really think going downtown and making out with random dudes is going to find you that boyfriend you’re so desperate for? As much as you bad mouth ho’s we all know you’re one of them. There’s a reason the person you talk most with is your mother, and it’s not just cause you’re close, it’s cause you have no one else because you refuse to just be yourself. Stop trying to be this powerhouse of a woman that you’re not. If you were really as strong and independent as you think you would have stopped talking about how much you want to travel and just done it (you have the money), instead you have to be the third wheel on your parents anniversary trip. Finally, give the eye makeup a rest already it makes you look cheap, you’re a pretty girl underneath all that crap you put on your face. —Insomniac

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  1. new bitch…same person their bitching about. lol.
    We read the same bus bitch every second day so hay why not.

  2. it is just a pretntious asshole like so many other hyphenated canadians. if you aren’t born there, then you are not from there, or where evere, and have no right to call yourself, whatever-canaian.
    cause if that wasn’t true, then i would be a french-english-german-american-dutch,cajun-canadian. and i’m not of those, i am what i am, a cabnadian. pure and easy as that.
    i don’t need any phoney fucking ears to know who i am, and it drives me absolutely banonkers to hear these fucking dolts refer to themselves as part whatever-canadian.

  3. oh yes, as to being a female, who gives a fuck if she’s a whore or not? do you mean to say that she is charging for sex, or just going out with dudes for a night of expensive fun, then fucking them later as a thank you.
    are you pissed opff that it isn;t you that’s getting any? or maybe o.p., you want to be her pimp/etete? either way, it is her life and deseases, let her have them, and spread to whoever is stupid enough to fuck her. mind your own life and just say byebye, and walk away. and keep on bitching about something someone really gives a fuck about.

  4. I’d spread my legs for a man with a big wallet … and uh couch of course for lurve *make googly eyes*

    When someone claims to be my race op I don’t take offence, why should I? I think you need to chillll out just a little op.

  5. Remind me – this is the Season of Goodwill to All Men/Women? don’t recall seeing the obligatory * some conditions apply, namely no fake Chilean whores.

  6. I’m not a Jew but I can pass for one and I have Hebrew names. If the Israelis can pretend to be Semitic I can too. All I need now is one of those funky little hats.

  7. This is almost as bad as people claiming that they grew up poor and had a rough childhood. It really takes away from people who really grew up poor and had to listen to the sounds of gunfire growing up as a kid, like me. Forget the fact that I lived in a three storey house in the burbs and my dad drove a Honda, life was HARD, yo! I even had to wear my hat sideways with the tags still stuck to it.

  8. loves me some chilli…
    get some cayenne, habenaro, and crushed chilli’s in there….
    oh, why not, throw in some capsaicin extract while you’re at it.

    Everything burns….

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