You should kill yourself

I got this message on myspace today from this jerkoff who I used to work with. He's just one of those people that I never think of except for when he wants to stick his little ugly head into my internet world. When I was living in Chicago he had his Dad call me one night, I wrote about that in my old blog. He has the distinction of being one of the first assholes to ever cause me to change my phone number. Not that he was the last.

He writes:

Hey Cunt [just using a fun pseudonym],
I haven't talked to you in a long time so I just wanted to write and say hi. I hope all is well with you. I watch jeopardy every once in a while hoping to catch you on there. I know how much you always wanted to get on that show. I'm sure you would have given that Ken Jennings guy a run for his money.
I just started a new job. I'm a respiratory therapist at a hospital in cincinnati. I signed up for a 1 year commitment there. As soon as that is over I am heading for Florida. There are plenty of old people with respiratory problems. That is called job security. Anyways, I just wanted to say hi. I was driving to books and company the other day. I passed by wonderly dr. and it made me think of you. I really miss you. I hope you are doing great. I thank you for all the great memories I have of you. Write me sometime. I would love to hear from you. If not I hope you know that I will always cherish the friendship I had with you. You are truly a memorable person in my life. Take care Cunt.
[Signed complete asshole toolbag]

First of all, I don't give a shit what this guy is doing now. I think this was a fun way of him trying to vindicate himself like, "Oh, I no longer manage a fast food restaurant, btw, I am super successful and cool." Which is impossible. He could be CEO of a Fortune 500 and still be a complete loser. Then he tries to make jokes to make me remember how funny he is. He is funny. That doesn't mean he has any other redeeming qualities. Funniness does not negate loser status. Also my dad lives on Wonderly Ave. If you knew how to use the internet you could have looked that up. It only increases my suspicions of you being a psycho stalker, driving by my old house like my ex-bf used to do. How do you even remember where I lived? Seriously? If you live in Cincinnati, why the fuck would you be driving through Oakwood anyway?

As for all those "memories" you have of me, I'm sure you conveniently wiped away the negative ones. You know, where you held my hands behind my back, wouldn't let me out of the office, called me a bitch, hung up the phone when I tried to call the cops, chased me to my car, wouldn't let me close the door to my car so that I had to almost run you over (wish I had) and then called me about 50 times, leaving me endless voicemails about how sorry you were. I should have pressed charges against you and I should have sued Gary for knowing you were a violent crazy lunatic and not firing you. It's one of the only regrets I have in life, and that's really saying something.

Please kill yourself.