01-14-2012, 08:09 PM
You are a weird person.
Those aren't meltdowns. They are humor. I post here to amuse myself. You are trying to drag me into your the-Internet-is-real-and-you-are-my-friends bizaro world. If you think I stewed or cackled or felt pride by slamming you, you are a freak. If you took them to heart, good. They were a few seconds of my life (I type quickly, make very few errors, and still spit out more cogent material than you can manage).
I would worry more about you turning into Gollum than I would worry about Cracker. When I leave the house, like today I had a lovely long lunch with friends and did a little shopping, you never cross my mind. In fact, I am only reminded of your existence when I am reading this site.
I'm sorry you aren't ingrained in my psyche, or anyone else's. I'm sorry nobody loves you. I'm sorry you don't have any real friends who invite you places. I'm sorry you don't have lasting real life relationships or children. I'm sorry you are single and still dress horribly. I'm sorry you are an old lady in your early 50's. I'm sorry your apartment smells like feet and dirty laundry. I'm sorry you eat canned food with little nutrition and a lot of sodium. I'm sorry you aren't as pretty as I am.
Is there anything else you would like to project on me? Because I can handle it. Because I don't really care, this is the Internet.
Those aren't meltdowns. They are humor. I post here to amuse myself. You are trying to drag me into your the-Internet-is-real-and-you-are-my-friends bizaro world. If you think I stewed or cackled or felt pride by slamming you, you are a freak. If you took them to heart, good. They were a few seconds of my life (I type quickly, make very few errors, and still spit out more cogent material than you can manage).
I would worry more about you turning into Gollum than I would worry about Cracker. When I leave the house, like today I had a lovely long lunch with friends and did a little shopping, you never cross my mind. In fact, I am only reminded of your existence when I am reading this site.
I'm sorry you aren't ingrained in my psyche, or anyone else's. I'm sorry nobody loves you. I'm sorry you don't have any real friends who invite you places. I'm sorry you don't have lasting real life relationships or children. I'm sorry you are single and still dress horribly. I'm sorry you are an old lady in your early 50's. I'm sorry your apartment smells like feet and dirty laundry. I'm sorry you eat canned food with little nutrition and a lot of sodium. I'm sorry you aren't as pretty as I am.
Is there anything else you would like to project on me? Because I can handle it. Because I don't really care, this is the Internet.