You can't hold me down!

I've been so depressed the past few days ever since that fat bitch broke into my blog. I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE DID THAT!!! The worst part is I've been trying to get Terrence to get over here and fix this damn thing to keep her out of my business, but he's visiting his damn cousin in Beaumont and he won't be back for two weeks. I've been so upset that I haven;t even been keeping up with my training and now my muscles are probably shrinking, and that's just like Wanda to fuck with my head and keep me from bettering myself. She's been doing that shit for years. Like the time I wanted to buy those tapes on the television about learning how to use the foreign exchange market to make money, and she told me it was a scam and a waste of money but I probably could have been a billionare by now and hanging out with all sorts of big titty models in Italy and what not. But I'm not going to let her drag me down to her level. In fact, I'm going to buy those tapes and learn how to do the stock trading as soon as I finish working out today. I need to call Hank and see if he can spot me the funds to invest. AND I need to mow the lawn and work out my quads today. THERE'S JUST SO MUCH TO DO! I got no time to sit around and worry about you, Wanda. And that wasn't me that slashed the tires on Craig's truck yesterday if his tires got slashed. I heard they did. Sucks to be you, but I guess that's just the Lord's way of saying that you're a no good cock hungry whoresbag.