To the SKANKY loud-mouthed bitch who keeps writing crap about me on the walls in bars in Kenmore. I hope it makes you happy to be writing your senseless drivel, because I think you must eat so much that you have constant diarrhea AND THAT IS WHY YOU SPEND SO MUCH TIME IN A FUCKING BATHROOM STALL. Writing things about me like I "have diseases" and "like sloppy seconds" doesn't make you look good. Sure, I ran around with your boyfriend six years ago (because he told me he was SINGLE), but it would seem like you could have moved on to some other obsession by now. Jealousy is ugly and you make it absolutely hideous. And to think you're employed as a [REDACTED] for our children's [REDACTED]! P.S.: I saw your boyfriend the other day and he said he only talks to you because you have Vicodin. P.P.S.: The size 4X stretch pants I found in your man's bed are finally coming back into style.