My neighbor, whose like 78 and a total gossip, stoped me on my walk today to talk to me about weather I had a boyfriend or not. Is it her fucking buisiness anyway? NO! God, I hate her. This is the same woman who calls me fat behind my back and laughs about it with all the other miss piggys who come to thier cabins for the weekend. I hate it. Why the fuck do people like to mess with my head???! Okay, a bit off topic now, but wtf, I'll roll with it. My love life, as small as it might be, is none of anyone's concern but my own. I haven't talked to her for like 3 yrs. and she feels the need to pump me for information now?! What a bitch. I hate her. She can rot in hell for all I care. :reddevil: Maybe I'll hook our boat up to the truck and "accidently" have a little misshap. :steering: Then I'll shift into reverse and have it all over again. Mwahahahaha!