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okay so apparently this person keeps calling my house phone and hanging up when I pick up so I wrote a rant in letter form.

Dear cumdumpster of a thing they call human,
What is your ******** deal? Everyday you call me and then hang up when I answer. Really? Do you really think I am worth your time because you sure as hell aren't worth mine. Hell, most of the time I don't even answer my phone because I know you are right there waiting for me to answer. So here is my advice to you. Stop calling!!! If you do not I will find some way to find out who you are and strangle you!!!!
Oh, and also, may rigor mortis be very unkind to you and leave your rotting corpse in a bent over pose.
And may some necrophiliac make use of this position you are in.

Hail,
Ra Ra

no my mum just isn't with the times and doesn't have caller I.D.

If it was an anonymous number I wouldn't pick up...unless I was super bored and decided to have a bit of morbid fun.
Sadly, those days seem to be ending for me.

Dear [Name Removed],

I am tired of your crap!

Please stop knocking on my door asking for various things. I didn't think it was necessary to have to say this, but you don't seem to understand it. They are MY things, not yours. But more on that in a moment. You come to my door daily to ask for something. It is not only very annoying but it also makes me wonder what you spend your money on. The phone charger, for example. You can get one for $2! Do you not have $2? If that is the case then why do you have $1 a day to spend on bribing me for smokes? And why do you always seem to be drunk?

When I say you can't use/have my things, I mean it. You are NOT entitled to my things just because you are my neighbor or because you have children. Stop begging for things when I say no, it isn't cute. Also, you did just fine picking your children up from school before I got a car. You can walk! Stop trying to make me feel guilty because you are too lazy to pick up your children.

Please stop blasting your crappy a** music or at least buy a second CD. If I wanted to listen to your music, I would. STOP blasting your crap! At least turn it down when I come to talk to you. I don't like having to shout. AND when you invite me to hang out, I don't want to come over and be ignored because you are too busy shouting along with your CD and "dancing". (Also, waving your hand like you are shooing a fly out of your face isn't dancing.)

Please stop letting your children run wild around the apartment complex. TAKE THEM TO THE PARK. No, the parking lot does not count (even though it had the word park in it). Also, periodically screaming at your children through the screen door once an hour does not count as supervision. (Especially when you are drunk.) Handing them popsicles then telling them to get out doesn't count as lunch. And apologizing to me doesn't get the ******** crayon marks off my porch.

You don't even know. She is one of those who seems to think that because she feeds her children, and takes them to school, and they have clothes she is a good mother.