Heather Mills is turning 40 soon (lying bitch is probably closer to 50, but whatever), but her friends say she is in no mood for a party. A Mills confidante told the Daily Mail:
Heather normally needs no excuse to throw a party - but not this time.
During her days with Paul she was treated like a queen on her birthday and had gifts lavished on her. But those days have gone. She has made it clear that she's in no mood to throw a big party - she doesn't have the money or the inclination.
She's basically told us, "I'm pissed off, broke and feel rubbish. What have I got to celebrate?"
What, no giving your neighbors' pets heart attacks with a fireworks display Heather? You must really be feeling down. Here's my advice to you:
KILL YOURSELF!!!!!
Clearly, Heather dear, you have nothing to live for. Paul doesn't love you anymore and just wants you to disappear. The public has basically told you to fuck off after your myriad pathetic attempts at currying its favor. The banks are breathing down your neck because you took out so many loans to cover your legal expenses. Even the baby seals in Canada are sick of your one-legged ass. So, really, what is the point of carrying on? What is there left for you besides fading into peg-legged, lonely old age? Nothing. So why not just do it? Stuff some rags under the doors and turn on the gas. Or better yet...jump in front of a speeding train. But make sure you hire someone to film it first. I want to get a copy of that and run it on a continuous loop, so that if I ever get depressed myself, I can just glance over and have a giant laugh. "Ha, stupid bitch got splattered like a bug! That wooden leg must've flown 200 feet!" Maybe the locals will gather up your scattered bits and sell them as souvenirs. I call dibs on the left eye. I'm gonna have it encased in glass and wear it around my neck on a gold chain. Great conversation-starter.
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