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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

dear david v...

You are an asshole. I don’t put up with assholes on my blog, or in my blog comments, so yes, I deleted your worthless criticism (twice now, and will continue to do so happily). Not because I care what you think of me, but because your opinion on how I look doesn’t belong here, and I don’t need to be reminded of one strangers bitter and resentful judgment. You emailed me and messaged me a few times and I never showed you the time of day, so you took it personally and are now trying to validate your bruised ego by attacking me. You don’t want to be here, and I don’t want you here, so do us both a favour, take a hint, and fuck off.

8 comments:

David V. said...

Win

Michael said...

I guess you always deleted his comments before I saw them (except for the one that's on here right now, and that one's not extremely hostile). So I don't have any idea what sort of horrible stuff he said (and I'm not asking you to tell me).
It makes me a little nervous that you get this upset over some of the comments you get. I always try to be nice on here, but I know that I sometimes say the wrong thing without intending to. So please, if I ever say anything stupid, let me know, before I go and do it again. I don't ever want to end up on your bad side like this guy.

I don't think I ever have said anything offensive to you, but it's happened with some other people, totally by accident.

Heather Maria said...

As you can tell from this post, if someone is being an asshole - I'll tell them to.

Don't worry.

Michael said...

Wow! You answered that almost immediately. That is amazingly prompt service. Thank you, Heather!!

Alex A said...

I think David's just having a bad few days. I'm having a difficult day too David. I didn't hear my wake up alarm, David, and then I woke up late, David, and then I decided to take the time to have a shower, David, so I was late for work, David, which in itself isn't a problem, David, but then I was on the tube and I realised I forgot to use my leave in conditioner, David, and now my hair is massive and absurd. Is that what happened to you David? Cos if it is then you shouldn't get so uptight - I'll sort my hair out tomorrow and so can you. xxx

LupineLooPine said...

Alas David V, I too have not had the good fortune to experience your comments. And if Alex A is any indication, there is some style to you , apart from righteous indignation. So please, feel free to rail on me like hail on pee. That poor yellow snow ... *sniff* , twas not even set before she met her death.
Now just imagine I've got a button face and have nice titties. It's the internet... you can fill in the blanks just like you shoot em.

Heather, I'm STILL waiting for you to tell me to "Fuck Off" .. or was it a "Fuck You" I wanted? I don't quite remember, but the emotional outburst is unmistakable. I think it's been over 4 months or so, and I have deserved it quite comfortably on many an ungrounded ground, from skinny dipping with obese midgets, to dangling on the rooftop with my exposed widget. I've spun it ball girl, and I need to be cussed into another dimension! <-- I LOVE that idea. Oh just the THOUGHT of such an epic swearing has me all giddy with joy. I need to receive it from somewhere. It's been too long, and I miss those exhilarating moments where I'm made to feel like the bacteria no one hangs out with on a steaming pile of poo.
*sigh* ... I miss my sister. No one has managed to quite fill that void of making me feel both null and dull at the same crime. It's like a reset button for my creativity. I need it every now and then. I guess begging for being called a worthless piece of shit that needs to fuck off because he's too fucked up to get fucked on account of being a fucktarded fuckwit that's full of shit and smells of burnt piss ... kind of ruins it. It ought to come from the fart.

Alex A said...

Nice. :)

luis said...

don't fuck with my friend! she's taking names and kicking ASS!

if you happen to be a billionaire...