We should be lighting candles on a big chocolate cake, her favorite. I'd run to the store to get those candles that she'd have to blow out and then...."WHA?!!!!!" blow again and "WAIT A SEC?!!! KEVUNNN! CACKLE HA HA HA we're all peeing in our pants because it would make her laugh so hard we'd all have tears running down our faces and be moistening our panty shields!
Worked every time.
A whoopee cushion as she sat down and let one RIPPPPP!!!!!!
"OOOOOPS! DID I DO THAT?! Head turning back and forth with innocent blinking of eyes. Who me?! HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHHAAHHAHA!"
(As Daddy Twatt violently smashed chicken pieces into my sister's face and tried yet again to force feed her. Funny how those two have really hit it off in recent years!)
Then she'd probably blow it up and sit on it again. But it wouldn't make much -- if any -- fart noise which because it was Diane, was a lot funnier!
How she always made me smile and with nearly everything she did or tried, especially when she was a klutz! Which was all the time, let's be honest. I'm the same way so I knoweth what I writeth.
But the truth is so awful 20 years later and I'm so damned pissed off that we'll never get to enjoy that again.
We all know why.
I am so beyond pissed and irate that any assholes would do such shit like what you've all been doing FOR THE PAST FUCKING FIVE YEARS TO ME and blow it off like I'm the asshole!
JESUS CHRIST, YOU ASSHOLES! What gives you any right to be such pigs and so abusive and wrong?!
Diane Kay Marcus Roy should be celebrating her 71st birthday today. It pains me to include that name, Roy. Don't forget she moved across country mostly because after she finally got divorced she feared for her life! She divorced the TWATT -- damn. Sorry. I thought the rest of my blood relatives might give a shit about her and me.
And then there's my stolen dog you still refuse to return and do what law abiding citizens or so-called humans do. And my computers. Etc.
And then there's my stolen dog you still refuse to return and do what law abiding citizens or so-called humans do. And my computers. Etc.
All of this hateful shit is a total disgrace to the memory of everything my mother represented in her life and mine, too.
What is wrong with you? Seriously. Will you never regain composure or any semblance of decency?
As I started to say, for the first 27 years of my life, how fortunate I was. My mom was so very beautiful inside and out; loving, incredibly intelligent, brilliant, kind, compassionate and appropriately humble. She had an unforgettable laugh that at times one could describe as a hearty cackle! It filled the room and made everyone smile at the very least. Even crumudgeon TWATTS who are so selfish and petty.
For the past 20 years, without her around, I've tried to fend off the negative and hideous forces coming from my so-called family. I don't understand them at all. I'm proud I can't relate to such hypocrites who apparently don't care one bit about honesty, justice, the truth, the law, civil rights, treating everyone with respect, including canines, and learning from tragedies like the suicide of Diane Marcus Roy.
There are two main reasons she isn't here to be celebrated and to hand out gifts at her own party that she totally planned and paid for and even invited the mean son of a bitch who drained her of the will to live.
That one. And the other one.
Now as for all you other ones who are my "blood relatives," get off your fat butts and be for real and make this horseshit end in the name of DMR!
What is wrong with you? Seriously. Will you never regain composure or any semblance of decency?
As I started to say, for the first 27 years of my life, how fortunate I was. My mom was so very beautiful inside and out; loving, incredibly intelligent, brilliant, kind, compassionate and appropriately humble. She had an unforgettable laugh that at times one could describe as a hearty cackle! It filled the room and made everyone smile at the very least. Even crumudgeon TWATTS who are so selfish and petty.
For the past 20 years, without her around, I've tried to fend off the negative and hideous forces coming from my so-called family. I don't understand them at all. I'm proud I can't relate to such hypocrites who apparently don't care one bit about honesty, justice, the truth, the law, civil rights, treating everyone with respect, including canines, and learning from tragedies like the suicide of Diane Marcus Roy.
There are two main reasons she isn't here to be celebrated and to hand out gifts at her own party that she totally planned and paid for and even invited the mean son of a bitch who drained her of the will to live.
That one. And the other one.
Now as for all you other ones who are my "blood relatives," get off your fat butts and be for real and make this horseshit end in the name of DMR!
That one in short sleeve sweater w Breck girl hair!➡️
