Pricks will always be Pricks

Just passed by The Fat Cow (my pathetic neighbor downstairs) as well as The Fat Whale (her equally disgusting boyfriend) who have both been making my life a miserable hell since May. The Fat Cow lives with her mother (The Decent Crone) and her Unfortunate Daughter below me. Whenever The Decent Crone and the Unfortunate Daughter leave for a few days to go to the countryside, The Fat Whale starts coming over everyday to have fuckfests with The Fat Cow.

As this is an anonymous blog, I will not go into too much detail of what our recent conflicts have been about because it would reveal too much of what I do for a living (it's in the public eye) - needless to say, both The Fat Cow and The Fat Whale are in the same field as me -- except they are only well-known to the extent of their immediate family and friends, and certainly have not achieved anything in their sadly mediocre professional lives. They know who I am and the importance of what it is that I do - and of course they both have raging inferiority complexes, and their jealousy eats them alive - sad, considering the fact that they are at least 15 years older than me, and it seems so silly really to be jealous of someone younger than you. The Fat Cow is actually not problematic while her mother is here with her. But as she seems to be a sad woman who is obviously very depressed and is so afraid that no man would want to be with her and her Unfortunate Daughter, she hooked up with that fucking arrogant prick, The Fat Whale, who constantly comes up to my apartment and verbally abuses me and threatens me, telling me what I can and cannot do in my own apartment, even though he doesn't even live in the fucking building.

To make a long story short, after contacting my landlord about this, The Fat Whale has been limiting his visits to our building, although I do see him fucking skulking and sneaking around the building with her. The Fat Cow, poor thing, is so miserable and embarrassed over the whole situation, she always hides her face when she sees me. Now, I do feel sorry for her, so I at least say "hi" to her when I pass her because I know it wasn't really her, but her fucked up asshole of a boyfriend who is causing all the trouble. So as I walked out the lobby today, I saw her coming in with The Fat Whale. She hid her face as usual, and completely avoided looking at me - he, on the other hand, disgustingly sneered at me and said "See you later" as though he had any fucking right to even speak to me after everything he did. I just held my head up high, and without a single word, stalked past the two of them -- for God's sake, I will not even dignify that snide remark with a response.

Mother fucker, you think you can take me on? Just try me - BRING IT ON, FATASS