August 12, 2005

• Okay. Let’s get this straight. I know you are reading what I write and scrounging around trying to find some dirt that I dished about you. There currently is none, but I can give you some if you would like. Yes, Katelyn, this is geared towards you.

  
  

  I have a tracker; it’s invisible and you cannot see it. But every single time you come to my site and view a page, it logs it. I know exactly how many times you have been here, what name you come under, and what times you came. I guarantee you will deny all of this – but let me tell you, lies don’t make a person. For once, it would be pretty nice of you to come out with the truth. But I’m not holding my breath.

  
  

  I know you have shown this site, as well as Kelly’s and Dessa’s, to Kym, Lyle, and probably every other person you are trying to make hate us. I know you are looking for dirt, so here you go. It might not be the classiest way for me to do this – but considering you are way too chicken shit to actually talk to my face about whatever it is about me that bothers you, and more than likely would run if I approached you with this (which I will before I leave in two days), I guess this is the way to go.

  
  

  I think you are a weak, spineless, dependent liar who deserves nothing out of life but a swift kick in the ass. You kiss ass, you try to get in good with everyone only to attempt to screw them over – only to screw yourself over, and you most definitely are the most fake person I know. See, I don’t like liars. You have put on this sweet persona, as if you are the one who is getting all the heat and we are the ones who are pushing you into this evil plot of yours that I’m sure you have concocting since the day you found out that I might have more responsibility given to me at work than you wanted me to have.

  
  

  How false that is.

  
  

  You brought this on yourself. You twist everyone’s words around to mean something else in your favor, and frankly, I’m fucking sick of it. Also, you have stooped to the most immature level of pathetic stalking – which, by the way, did not work. See, maybe if you were smart you would have found out if I had a tracker first, maybe NOT have gotten a Xanga name, or used a different computer whose IP address cannot be traced to the one at work. I revel in your smartness, Katelyn, I really do.

  
  

  I know who you really are, even if you pretend to be someone else. You have treated me and my FRIENDS like crap for way too long, and it has to stop. You do realize that you will not get anywhere in this world by walking over people and trying to smash them into the ground. But, see, I’m a better person for not being rude to you until now. I left it inside me; I thought you were through with your petty game. But, you are at it again. And I refuse to leave my last year at work with you pretending to be my fucking boss. Get over yourself. You are not, and never will be, anywhere close to being the person to tell me what to do.

  
  

  A word of advice: Grow some balls, they might be helpful in the future. Secondly, I still think you are weak and spineless. Oh yeah, and fuck off.

  
  

  And another thing. Stop spreading untrue rumors about shit that you are making up. Unlike you, most of us know the truth and we can speak it without having the fear of someone hating us for it. We are strong women, not scared of what others think of us. I, personally, would die if I was ever a person like you. But that’s just me.

  
  

  All my love,
  Kate

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