After the debacle with my sloth of a roommate, I decided to move on to other areas of my life. Namely the deadwood that was clogging up my Facebook on a daily basis. There was one guy who sent me a fortnightly message asking me why I didn’t respond to his messages. Through him, I’d learnt that fuck off wasn’t really an effective method of getting people to leave you alone. If anything, it made them want you more.
Or rather, it made him want my five grand even more. It was the same old story. I pay him five grand to keep his millions safe and at the end of the day, we both made bank. Given that I had dreams, it was a scintillating offer, but unfortunately, I had a brain. One that knew the difference between crime and obeying the law.
The thing was that, it took a lot for me to lose my temper and block someone. I was a glass half full but also empty kind of girl. Asking me for money constantly was okay so long as he wasn’t a dick about it.
Give the money or else bitch.
Apparently twenty-five fuck offs made my admirer a dick.
Seven hundred words (of me telling him what I thought of his felonious ways in what I would call extremely colourful language) later, he was the one to block me.
I don’t think I’m as brave as Snarky Girl, lol.