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Fair Play & Passwords - Asshats

Most of you that read this journal have been reading it for a while. I love y'all. Some of you are new friends that read this because we really do have a lot in common and you get my quirky sense of humor. I love y'all too.

One of you reads it because you are in my bed every night. heh. I REALLY love you!

But I have recently found out that some shitards from both my past and my present are coming on here because they are total losers and want to read about me.

Now my question to you dicks is simply, why?

Why the fuck do you care? Why do you want to be a voyeur into my journal?

You say I'm an evil person? Well if you really read my journal in it's entirety, you'd probably not think the same thing. (see the stories of my heartbeat, Zoe - no wait. You can't. I was forced to block anyone from reading for a while - you cunts!) If you know me personally, like met me in person - talked to me for an extended period of time, you'd also know that is not true.

So those of you who "think" they know me, based on saying hi once, or seeing me at a club or a bar, or just reading a few rants on my blog or posts on a forum, you can eat shit out a dog's ass.

Because you have about zero credibility on saying I'm an evil person full of hate if you don't fucking know me. You fucking assholes. You pathetic turds.

I can be a fucking bitch. You fuck with me. You provoke me. You talk shit about me, and I can fucking slam with the best of them. I'm a writer. I edit for a living. And I know how to make what I say fucking hurt sometimes. I'm good at it. Call it snark or call it evil, but I call it talent. And it's the only defense I have. And I'm glad for that.

Because you people are truly the evil pathetic, ruthless assholes. Go fuck your girlfriend, Jed and stay the fuck out of here. Go hit the gym Accent and Notapain. Put a bag over your head TrueKatyLady. Get a fucking makeover, you ugly motherfuckers. Get a fucking life. Go live. Get the fuck away from me. (and yeah, I'll tell you the same thing to your ugly fucking faces if I meet you in person)

So, since I'm a mean bitch when I want to be, does this mean that is who I am in person? Well, sort of. My true friends know me. They know that I mean it without meaning it. Most of the time I write it, then fucking forget it.

Why? Because you assholes don't mean shit to me. That's why people that truly know me know that if you mean something to me, I'd just about do anything for you. And I have. I love my friends big. I am loyal. I am nice. I am grateful. I am funny. I am snarky. I am caring. I'm a good mom. I am a good girlfriend. I fucking rock and would want me for a friend.

But you??

You are the same kind of people that stare at a carwreck I bet. I can picture that notapain dirtbag wacking off with some Jergens to gay porn. TrueKatyLady and Accent8d must drool on their computers waiting with baited breath for someone to pay even a bit of attention to them. Waiting for their true love. Yeah. Collect social security before that happens.

Or the rest of you must really be pathetic losers who sit at a computer all day and have nothing better to do than to run your mouths slamming people because you really don't have the imagination or the brass balls to get a life and go live it.

I'm on the computer. A LOT. I sit here all day and read about toxic waste for a living. I need a bit of escape. At night, I'm home alone long after my kiddo goes to sleep. I've read every book in my house. Most of them twice. I don't watch tv except on Tuesdays and I don't want Zoe at a sitter so I can go out to desperately try to find the latest get together with the HC Forum Whores. So when Chef isn't around, I read blogs, forums, goof around a bit on my computer.

But most nights I'm snugged up with my sweetie. I play with my kiddo and kiss my Cheffy. The computer is the last thing I even think about.

So basically what the fuck does this all mean?

It means, you ugly assholes, that you can start judging me when you first look in the Goddamned mirror and realize that YOU are the ones that are desperate and full of self loathing.

Get a life. And stay the fuck out of mine.

And to the rest of you, I love you. Seriously. And I appreciate the kind words and your support. And lots of you I really miss. Very much.

So, Peace and well, Peace to you.

And thanks, Candyfloss. Whatever you want, name it. Thanks for getting my back and for knowing who I am and what this journal, my version of therapy, means to me. I appreciate the work on my blog to keep the vermin out.

You fucking rock it!

Posted by debutaunt at August 23, 2004 12:41 PM | TrackBack