With Hate from New York

Once upon a time, I was dating this aging hipster. He had lived in New York for a time, like every other aging hipster has. Apparently, while we were dating, some chick from New York was still crazy about him (emphasis on crazy). After she found out we were together, she sent him all these texts about how she just wanted a boy to read Alistair Crowley with, etc, etc. When he didn't respond to those, she sent him mean texts about me. I guess she lurked me up or something, because I don't know the bitch. At some point she snapped due to him blocking her on aim.
That is when this happened:

her fucking boyfriend's sn: hello?
aging hipster: hi ?
her fucking boyfriend's sn: it's -----.
her fucking boyfriend's sn: i'm on [her boyfriend's] sn. you blocked me
her fucking boyfriend's sn: don't ever even try talking to me again.
her fucking boyfriend's sn: you're a completely fucking pathetic human being and i truly wish horrible things upon you. truly.
her fucking boyfriend's sn: have you nothing to say for yourself?
her fucking boyfriend's sn: whatevz. i'm going to myspace her. i'm going to hurt you. she won't want you after i'm done.
her fucking boyfriend's sn: i hope you get run over by a truck. goodbye.

I just found the file he sent me with that in it, and thought it was too funny to not share.

So, this nutjob did myspace me. She said all this crazy shit about him, proceeded to tell me off for whatever reason, then blocked me so I couldn't respond. Some bitches are nutssssss!

Also, all the aim and myspace in this story makes me not want to touch my computer for a while.