10/10/2025
It’s honestly impressive how obsessed some of you are. You watch every video, screenshot every story, and sit there foaming at the mouth waiting for something new to whine about. Let me save you the trouble — if my content makes you that miserable, block me. Seriously. Hit the button. It’s free, it’s easy, and it’ll save you from whatever emotional breakdown you have every time I post.
Because newsflash: I’m not changing a fu***ng thing. Not my mouth, not my attitude, not my Halloween decorations — nothing. You don’t like me? OH NO, I’M DEVASTATED. I’ll somehow survive. Most of you don’t even have a real reason to dislike me — you just decided I’m the neighborhood villain because I put middle fingers on my skeleton. It’s a joke. Learn the difference. Being offended is a choice, and maybe a sense of humor would suit you better.
Now, I’ll admit — one of you has a halfway valid reason to be mad. You know who you are. You came for me first, harassed me over what I believe to be your husband’s sh*tty craftsmanship in my house, and then got shocked when I said something about it. Maybe don’t poke a bear if you can’t handle the roar.
Here’s the thing: I don’t talk about any of you unless you earn it. If you’ve ended up in one of my posts, that’s because you did something worth mentioning. That’s not me being “toxic,” that’s called “actions have consequences.” If I p**s you off that bad, stop giving me free views and move on. You could’ve knocked on my door like an adult if you wanted to talk — instead, you hide behind fake accounts and neighborhood gossip like middle schoolers who peaked in the HOA Facebook group. It’s pathetic.
Let me make this crystal clear: I don’t fu***ng care that you don’t like me. I don’t fu***ng care that you waste your time reporting me, gossiping about me, or crying over me existing. If my existence ruins your day, that’s hilarious to me. It means all I have to do is breathe for you to spiral — and honestly, that’s the kind of power money can’t buy.
