Reality is why drugs were invented – Arizona
Hey kiddies, I’m back with another little ditty about everyone’s least favorite sociopath, Stabby. Unfortunately tonights blog comes as a two parter. If you have not read this brilliantly written piece by Stabby, I’m sorry for assaulting your brain, but in order to understand part b you are gonna have to just trust me and read part a. Or don’t, your call.
Reality V Jodi Arias – A rebuttal of what is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing I have ever read. (And kids, that’s saying something)
Wondering how hard it could be to smuggle a gun, a knife, some rope and two ninjas into solitary confinement – Arizona.
I’ve had many nicknames, because I am a raging whoredog who will do whatever it takes to get whatever I want. Travis was a gentleman so he wouldn’t call me words like my other boyfriends did, he figured whore wasn’t that offensive considering the amount of shit I put him through. When he would talk, I would totally tune out or start singing in my head, or have conversations with myself because lets all be real here, I am much more interesting than Travis.
Occasionally as happens in EVERY SINGLE RELATIONSHIP IN THE HISTORY OF EVER, Travis and I would be cross with one another and he would raise his voice. Because in his soul he was a gentle, sweet man, he always immediately apologized and said he would try to remember not to speak when angry. I know he would not want to be remembered as someone other than the man he was; a man who believed in his god, but was human and made human mistakes. That is why I immediately did as much damage to his image and integrity as humanly possible. Had I been able to launch a scud in the courtroom at his family, I don’t think the effects would have been any different.
Now I am butthurt because people are calling me names. Hodi isn’t even a bad one, it’s just stupid and I don’t like it. I also don’t like Stabby, Scariass, or the brown haired thing. I’m still pretty ok with three hole wonder.
What bothers me – and really saddens me- is that people obviously love and respect Travis Alexander despite my very best efforts, and believe me I gave it everything I had. Fuck, I even forged letters. Good ones. But, like they say kill a guy that everybody loved and haters gonna hate.
I want all the haters to go away because they are mean like Nurmi and that pit-bull creature that prosecuted, and that bitch that keeps writing blogs about me. The crazy one. She needs to STFU because it’s like she KNOWS me. It freaks me the fuck out. I also want them to go away because they may be convincing some of the Darwin Award Candidates not to give me money. After all, this is what all this has been about from the very beginning. Fame and money.