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Hate to me is Pity

Ok, how sad is it that I'm not writing about the things that I should be? I am a good writer. I'm pretty funny sometimes.

But now I spend all this time addressing trolls who lurk openly and not so openly. It stunts my progress. And it's very unfunny.

No, I'm not addressing anonymous trolls (I actually like newbies), but these are people who have actually interacted with me from my past.

People like ex boyfriends, their lame prison friends, ex NY dudes (ok, dude) that I fucked, and his new homely ass girlfriend.

They come on here solely because they are lame as fuck and obviously have nothing better to do. I mean it's not like the internet has an end. Go somewhere else already.

They come on here and anonymously insult me. Like it hurts my feelings or something. I write and sound pissed, but really I'm calm. I don't get mad, I just reply. I write. And once I hit the send button, all is well.

Back in the day shit like this used to bother me. But then I generally will consider the source. Lame nobodys from NY. Loser, baby-dicked jailbirds and their new/old unsuspecting/unlucky women.

It's like fighting with a retarded infant. You can't feel anything but pity for them.

So. What does this mean to the average deb reader? (of which there are many from what I've seen on my control panel, but not many that comment)

This means I will have to beg my cyber friend Em to come back in and do a little locking down of this journal. To password it the fuck up again.

So, I'd love to keep the few loyal readers or new readers I do have. So pop me an email at debsterc(at)earthlink(dot)net. A few lovelies I already know where to find ya (sj, rachelalaska, and ms. sexypants)

Once I get the passwords shutdown, I'll be sure to let you back in.

Hope the tards find a life.

I miss you Ms. Bookie. Hope married life is treating you well.

Posted by debutaunt at June 9, 2005 09:52 PM