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My Day
People always ask me how my day was. Today sucked because today I tried to help someone who didn’t want my help and I got hurt because of it.

When I got home from work I decided to surprise my roommate with flowers. I haven’t been able to spend a lot of time with her so I thought it would be nice. I didn’t even make it to the store because as I crossed the parkade where all the druggies hang out I saw a guy beating what I thought was his girlfriend. You know what, scratch that; doesn’t matter if it was his girlfriend or not. Point is I saw this. And nobody was doing anything about it.

So I took it upon myself to step in. I asked him loudly what he was doing. He looked at me and growled something like move along or else you’re next. I told him I wasn’t moving and that I was going to call the cops if he didn’t stop. Of course, it was then that I realized how dark it was and that I didn’t have my phone with me. Stupid Sarrah.

To make a long story short, I put myself in danger for a woman who has no intention of ever leaving the man who hits her. In fact, after I punched him she started screaming at me to leave him alone. I asked her if she liked being treated like shit. I showed her my hand that was beginning to swell and told her I did that for her, because even though I don’t know her that sort of thing cannot be allowed to happen.

In the end, I have a bruised and possibly fractured hand that is almost twice its normal size. She went away with the man who beats her. And I have to ask myself was it worth it? The answer is yes. Because the only thing more evil than abusing someone is standing by while it happens and not doing anything.

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What you said about the Kid next door!

May be you have Norman Bates living next door!

~Mother

 

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~Spooked

 

 

What you said about Sarrah moving

We miss you Sarrah!  We hope your move went well and that your start writing again soon!!! 

~Kerrie

 

What you said about Sarrah's article on Enough already

Right on sister!  Fuck what other people think or say. I get all the time too
on my site. Morons. It's always the same tired bullshit, "You suck. I bet you're a cow. Get laid and then you won't be so bitter...blah,blah,blah"  I try my best to laugh it off and recognize that my site, and yours, is not for them. I know I can be an angry cunt
and sometimes I rather enjoy it. Power to the Pussy!
XOXO
-MegaBeth

 


 

Adam you are just jealous because Sarrah can actually ride a bike.  You are probably still using a tricycle.  Dumb ASS!

 

What you said about Sarrah's article on riding a bike in TO

Adam: Maybe if you rode your bike properly you woodnÈt have so many problems. Cunt.

 


 

Barb: I know how you feel. I'm scared to ride my bike in the city because of people that donÈt look before opening their car doors.

 


 

Maria: Just because you ride a bike doesnÈt mean you own the road. Fucking bitch! You guys make it hard for us to drive with all the weaving you do.

 


 

Ray: It's easy. Stay home, donÈt go out, and you wonÈt have any problems.