bakedgoods

So I left ragingly nasty comment in this chick's livejournal, the one that I was complaining about a few days earlier. Apparently she didn't even read it, just started sobbing about how "anonymous" people are mean to her and she's so poor and innocent. God I wish there was a way of telling her I'm the one who wants to beat her with a pool cue without blowing Devany's cover, but alas, there is not. Oh she makes me so furious.
Go ahead, ask why I care. "Why do you care, Cat?" Well, it's because it's so fucking sick that she accused me of trying to take the place of Ed's old girlfriend (who is dead, mind you) and it's creepy that *I* wanted to name the baby Emily and it's so evil of me to go and seduce Ed when he's in such a fragile state and then I TRAPPED him by getting pregnant. She saus all this while she is telling me that she could sex with him and she could take care of him and ease his pain and he was just so, so distraught AND-- the crowning glory-- that he had confided in her that he wishes *I* had died instead! I mean for the love of cheese, how do you make something like that up?
This makes me nuts everytime I think about it, absolutely psychotically nuts. It's such the antithesis of what is true that I have problems processing it. Whatever, she was friends with this girl, I understand that. But that doesn't mean it's somehow okay for her to speak like this about me, and, God help her, if she ever says one word about my daughter, I will scalp her. Oh my God I am so infuriated by her very existence that I could spit fire.
If anyone knows her, go ahead and tell her it was me. I can't wait to hear what she has to say.

In other news, everything else rules.