...a list of those that I not only don't want to invite, but would love to see dead! I'm weeding people from my life that bum me out! Don't bum me out! If I finally have something happy going on in my world, don't try and piss me off. I have the ability to forget you like that! (snaps fingers) I'm bound and determined to make today a great day even if I have to put a choke-hold on it, de-pants it and spank it into submission!

This old school friend of Jessica's tries to start a chat me up on Facebook asking, "Where's the big event going to be held?"

How can I pass this up? So I say, "In my pants."

This bitch goes, "I'll let Jessica know. You are blocked."

I know what you are thinking; Is this idiot still in high school? I don't think so. Well, I think Jessica knows where the big event is gonna be held. I couldn't believe I let this piece of shit excuse for a 'Bama Belle ruined my whole week. So Jessica tells me, "Oh, she just misunderstood." Meaning, Jessica is probably inviting her to the most important day of my life. There it goes. My day will be ruined if I see her.

She isn't the only one, either! They are coming out of the wood-works, these mean, bitter, pathetic creatures that feed on the misery they've created for others, so they can sit back and wallow in the pain they've caused to people who were only looking for some happiness in these days so difficult to find it in.

Immediately, I start thinking "Well, if they are coming I'll invite people Jessica doesn't like," however, Jessica gets along with everyone, even people that have abused her in the past. I wish I were as forgiving, but I'm just not the angel she is.

I think I may be, The Devil.

I want bad to come to those that hurt me and have hurt those I love. I would like to have some people I know atomized by a jet engine! Now, I have no need to get my hands dirty or get my hair mussed, because I know a beautiful young female assassin that is well versed in the art of painful death. Thanks to being with Jessica, I have met her and have come to know her and her mad skills. I may have to call upon her services because my list of non-invites is getting longer than the wedding invites.

Maybe I need to hold a wedding for those lowlifes to, "Wed the Angel of Death!"