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Join my group Sassytarians
Twenty-something cynic with lots of attitude and venom. Avid troll hunter. Accomplished Bitch Fork operator.
LOVE ME OR HATE ME: I'm Still an Obsession.
If you love me, then thank you, if you hate me, then f*** you.
~Lady Sovereign
The smoking gun of this Mouth of mine, has many victims to its name, and everyone will remember me, because of how I twist my words around.
These are my thoughts written down on paper,
It's my only savior,
From not saying what I want to say,
These are the thoughts that are on my mind,
Moments that haven't yet been defined,
And I don't know if you could ever understand
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Becoming a "Sassytarian"
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Posted:Jun 20, 2009 4:31 am
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2010 11:19 pm
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It is scientifically proven that Sassytarians are smarter, faster, funnier, and better looking that those folks who shun the sassy lifestyle, so please, join the group "Sassytarians" to secure your place among the best of the best!
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Posted:Jan 9, 2010 12:38 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2010 6:49 am
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It's probably one of the biggest complaints about anyone who has ever cammed or gone on IMC here... The Serial Messagers. The people you repeatedly either say no to, or decline, or ignore, somehow keep popping up, harassing you.
It extends beyond IMC, but at least in chat, or via email, you can ignore them, and the function actually works. The Decline/ignore feature on IMC only work for that specific message, not the 90 subsequent messages these rude ass mofos send.
Some of my favorite serial messages include:
User A:
Hi. Show tits now.
How are you. Show tits now.
want to c2c?
Show tits now.
User B:
Hi nice slut.
Open ur boobs bb
Boobs
Boob
slut show boobs
y u so rude
User C:
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Slut.
Bitch.
Fat Cunt.
Bitch.
Slut masturbate now!
MASTURBATE NOW.
MASTURBATE PLZ BB
You are so pretty.
User D:
Can I buy Your pantys?
Can I buy Your pantys?
Can I buy Your pantys?
Can I buy Your pantys?
Can I buy Your pantys?
Can I buy Your pantys?
Can I buy Your pantys?
Can I buy Your pantys?
User E:
If you are real, stick fingers in pussy and lick clean.
If you are real, stick fingers in pussy and lick clean.
If you are real, stick fingers in pussy and lick clean.
If you are real, stick fingers in pussy and lick clean.
If you are real, stick fingers in pussy and lick clean.
If you are real, stick fingers in pussy and lick clean.
If you are real, stick fingers in pussy and lick clean.
No, I'm NOT making this up. I have screen shots.
The only real way to stop this scourge is not to get on IMC, but that's not really far to ME or to the people I enjoy talking to, and who enjoy talking to me.
Let us rise up against the trolls!! (grabs bitch fork)
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My Eyes Burn...
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Posted:Dec 5, 2009 11:32 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2011 6:07 pm
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Things I will never understand about this site, no matter how long I'm here:
1- Why do people in other time zones feel the need to try to contact me? I turned my e-mail filter on so they couldn't, but they leave comments on my blog and send me network invites. Clearly, I'm not interested in someone who's more that a few miles away. If you're in Kuala Lumpur, Guam, India, Germany, California, Texas, Kansas, Vermont, Florida etc, It's not going to happen. Perhaps you need to study up on geography, but I'm no where near close to any of those places.
2- Why people in chat are so nasty. I can't count how many times I've posted something in chat, and been called a pussy eating dyke, fat cunt, angry bitter bitch, etc. Jesus H. Christ, I just said I didn't care for cornflakes! Stop, pull your head out of your ass, and get some fresh air!
3- Why 86% of the people on here get pissed off if someone doesn't offer to fuck them the first 30 seconds into conversation. It's an adult website, for sure, but even if you ignore basic social etiquette, there's still the issue of safety. Let's not forget that there are a LOT of twisted people in this world, and the last thing I want is my private pictures shared with the world, my name associated with a site like this, or worst of all, to be or murdered. Just because you chat with someone doesn't mean they are who they say they are.
4- Why a man can speak his mind, express emotion, be passionate about a particular topic, and be "the man" for it, but it a woman expresses a similar behavior, and she's emotional, bitter, a bitch, angry, or has "mental problems." If a woman expresses a strong view about something, and it differs from what the men think, she is told to calm down, whether or not she was in any type of hysterics at the moment or not. I have calmly typed up my well researched, differing opinions many times, only to be told to "chill out" because I clearly and concisely said what I had to say.
5- Why 90% of men post pictures of their cocks on their profiles. Number one, most women on this site have seen a dick before, they get the basic idea. Number two, ew. Don't you believe in savoring an experience, leaving somethings to the imagination, building up to a climax? It's like playing poker and showing all your cards immediately after they are dealt, before anyone ups the bet.
I just don't understand the Neanderthal-esq behavior so many chose to exhibit, men and women alike. Its as if the anonymity gives them the power, the cajones to act like a complete jerk. People like that usually fail at the real world, so they have to come on a website and attack others to make themselves feel better. They have to show off their genitals because they think it will get them the attention they lack in the real world, I guess.
It's sort of pathetic, if you think about it.
6- Why people in chat are so damned cliqueish. I understand a lot of people come in chat once and never show their faces again, so you might not want to "waste your time" building a rapport with the strangers. But did you ever stop and think that a lot of them don't come back because no one will talk to them?
I see a lot of "regs" give "newbies" this advice: "We're all chatting, just jump in."
Sure, but no one answers.
And then there are the snotty people who are just bitches to everyone they do talk to except the one or two other people that can stand them... but they are a whole other blog.
...It makes me hate people.
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Posted:Aug 15, 2009 5:54 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2009 11:05 pm
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... is not who "she" claims to be.
Look, I know I have a reputation for starting drama, so you don't have to listen to me if you don't want to, but here are the facts:
I recently took pictures of myself, about three weeks ago, and sent them to a guy I was chatting with. He claimed he was single, but as it turns out he is married, and is not the person in the pictures he has on his profile. He is in his early 30s, and lives in the Easton Area, so eastern shore ladies, please be careful.
A few days after I told him I was not interested, and did not appreciate being lied to, he told several mutual friends that he said hello to me in the chatroom, and that I went off on him without provocation. He then said that I invited some guy over that I had just started chatting with and has sex with him on webcam 30 minutes later. Anyone who knows me knows this isn't possible because a) no one lives close enough to me to get here in under a half hour, b) I have only ever been on cam with two people, and both were quite some time ago, and c) the time of the alleged cam show was while I was at work... Ha!
So when he found out that no one believed his rumors he pouted for a bit, then the profile 00bellaswan00 comes in the chatroom. Since she was a new member, I couldn't see her profile for the first few days, but today, I could, and surprise, surprise, the pictures on her profile were the same ones I sent to this guy.
Since he is the ONLY person I have sent these pictures to, I have no doubt that it is him... I don't know what he was hoping to accomplish with that profile, but I confronted him about it, and he denied it, though now the profile is deleted.
Ladies, please be cautious when sending out your private pictures to people!!
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He knows about
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Posted:Aug 11, 2009 2:45 am
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2009 10:13 pm
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Something I hear a lot on this site is: "I know how to handle girls like you." Oh really? Based on a profile, a picture, and a two lined e-mail, you know exactly what type of person I am? That is an amazing skill, and I wish you would enlighten me as to what sort of person I am, since I have no clue!
(eye roll)
Presumption (please see If Assumption is the Mother of All FuckUps, Presumption is the Father of That Bastard, FuckUp for further reading) is not something I find particularly attractive. In fact, I downright loathe it. I am a firm believer that we learn as we go, as each person is different in their own unique, special, slightly neurotic way. Yes, I might be a bitch, and I might be crazy, but I guarantee you that I'm crazy and bitchy in a way that is totally unique to me!
Furthermore, anyone who is going to say:
"I'm unfit, bald - and as I can tell you: still living with my mom. I have three legs. And four eyes. I am married (to four unknowing women at the same time), divorced eleven times, have tons of illegitimate , do all kinds of drugs. I am uneducated, unemployed, poor, diseased, lacking direction in life, uncharismatic, nail biting, bad in bed, 2 inches long, snoring, lazy, stinky and afraid of everything and anything,
boring, not funny and dead serious all the time.
Oh, and I like sarcasm..."
in an e-mail should expect this response from me:
"I honestly don't think you could handle me. And that is a brand of sarcasm that does not appeal to me. but thanks for your e-mail."
I say that I don't think he could handle me, because I read his profile, he comes across as arrogant and a little bland. His e-mail and his attempt at sarcasm made me want to cry. I love how people think they can say something, and just because it's not true, they define it as sarcasm. (eye roll).
His response?
"LOL. I know how to handle girls like you well enough. Whether you're worth the challenge is a different story entirely.
Thanks for replying, though."
Oh yes, the classic "I didn't get what I want, I shall attempt to undermine your self-esteem. Muahaha." Oh yes, thats very clever. I replied:
"Girls like me? I doubt very seriously you have any idea what kind of girl I am. And you're right, I'm probably not worth the challenge. At least, that's what you'll tell yourself later to rationalize it. Have a good night!"
His profile shows him as being in Tokyo... That's another thing... How would the logistics of that work, exactly? 'Cause I sure as hell ain't flying to Japan. Especially not for such a lukewarm e-mail writer.
The best e-mails I've ever gotten are relatively short -- No life stories, unending list of sexual conquests or endeavors, or delusions of grandeur. A good paragraph that gives me both a sense of who he is, and that he read my profile, while conveying that he's smarter than his penis. They don't have the subject line "Hi" and the message body "Let's hook up/fuck/meet up now/ mess around" and/or "I want to fuck/eat/objectify you" and nothing else. In fact, let's take a look at an example of an e-mail I actually responded to:
"Hi there. My name is (removed for his privacy) and I live about 15 minutes from Bowie. I like how up front and honest you were in your profile; I don't really know what I'm looking for, either. I'm 25, single, and white. I'm about 6'3", and as you can see from my pix, I have brown hair and blue eyes. I'd like to chat with you sometime, any girl who likes robot chicken is worth getting to know. Hope to hear from you."
He gets extra bonus points for using a semi-colon. Short, sweet, to the point, without being a walking hard on. I like it. Please note, he said he wants to get to know me. Why? Because he doesn't know me! He didn't presume! (OR ASSUME!) Good .
(deep breath) It's a sex site, yes, but that is NO reason to act like a dick!
***UPDATE*** : I received another e-mail from this guy this morning. It reads:
"You're cute.
It's only natural wanting to be such a special little snowflake. But so far you've acted very predictably.
Anyways, thanks for the chuckle. That was funny, following up "leave you to your assumptions" with "I am sure you are *never* wrong". I like your brand of sarcasm!"
To which I responded:
"And because you're here, It's clear with your charm, wit, and ability to never be wrong have yielded you so much success with the ladies.
It's not that I endeavor to be different, its that I think it's silly to presume you know anything about someone you've exchanged two e-mails with.
At the risk of being predictable, I'm going to ask that you not e-mail me again. (I predict you will need the last word, though.)"
Well, we can add condescending to his list of qualities. I'll keep you posted if he replies (which I'm sure he will.)
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Gay Marriage and Gay Rights, Are you For it, or Against it?
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Posted:Aug 1, 2009 10:41 pm
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2010 11:15 pm
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Today, I made the Internet just a little dumber by watching a Chris Crocker video, and promoting the idea that hysterics and stereotypes are the way to get things done! Yeah!!
"I suggest a new strategy, R2, Let the crying gay man win!!"
You know, a lot of people say a lot of things about Chris Crocker, and most of them are true. He IS annoying. He DOES promote gay stereotypes. But occasionally, once you sift through all the eye liner and hair extensions, he makes an intelligent point. Please note, I said occasionally...
One thing Sir Crocker and I do agree on is that this country sucks when it comes to Gay Rights. I think that we should all be treated exactly the same, gay, straight, black, white, rich, poor, young, old... Except people who choose to remain ignorant. THOSE people shouldn't have any rights. "Oh, you don't want to learn? Ok. Go pick some cotton. Go build a pyramid. Use a separate water fountain. Oh, and move into this ghetto-esq "rehabilitation camp." You can come back when you're read to learn something." Not STUPID people. People who remain IGNORANT by choice... I'm sorry, I'm going off on a tangent.
Anyway, this country has a pretty crappy track record when it comes to equality and civil rights, though we are ahead of the curve (the curve being The Middle East and most third world countries...), we still have a long way to go when it comes to being open minded. For example, there are still a LOT of people in this country who truly believe a woman's place is in the kitchen. There are many places, even now, where people of color are met with resistance, not acceptance. And there are many places where gay and lesbian couples are not welcome.
As a straight woman, I don't have to worry about it. However, I do worry about it, because I have many gay and lesbian friends. I worry that they aren't going to be able to find happiness the way that I'll be able to. I worry that if they go to the wrong place at the wrong time, some closed minded jerk is going to try to hurt them. I worry that if they find the person they were meant to be with, they won't be able to marry them, because this country can't abide the thought...
It's all over the Internet, Anti-gay propaganda. Freakin' bite me. What's it matter to you? What rights of yours does it encroach on if Floyd and Jimmy get hitched? SO FREAKING WHAT?!
But the thing I hate most of all, is not that people don't share my opinion, is that they are violent, and nasty about it. They don't just disagree, they want to HURT people over it. All over the messages boards are things like this:
"I F***ing hate fags. They are a scourge on this country, draining our resources, spreading diseases like AIDS and HERPES. If I see a gay person, I want to kill them. I f***ing hate f***ing faggots."
Aside from the obvious fact that this person has absolutely no idea what they're talking about, their violent and aggressive message is truly heart breaking. And sadly, its not the only one of its kind. In fact, there are so many messages like this, we adopted a term for it... "Gay bashing."
Gay bashing is a hate crime. It's no different that beating up a person of another race or religion. It's sick, and its sad.
This country is based on the idea of freedom. Freedom from persecution. Freedom from hate. And yet, we deny our tax paying citizens the right to do something guaranteed to them? We deny them the right to pursue happiness? That's unconstitutional!!
All of that aside, we also founded this country on the belief that there should be a separation of church, and state. So why does the government have any say over a religious ceremony?
You may not agree with homosexuality, and you may not like it, but its out there and there's nothing you can do to change it. Gays are people, with thoughts and feelings. Gays get up, go to work, come home, eat, drink, sleep... Just like straights. So friggin' deal with it. It's not going anywhere... So stop denying others the right to be happy.
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Posted:Jul 30, 2009 7:48 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2009 8:31 pm
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WARNING: This is a long blog about my feelings. It rambles. I ramble. It's part of my charm. You don't have to agree with me. you don't even have to read it... but if you do, please just respect that it's my opinion. Thanks!
Ok, ok, ok... before I get into the real 'meat and potatoes' of this blog, let me explain a couple things:
1) I do not cam for attention. I cam because a) I want people who I might potentially be interested in meeting to know that I'm real, that I'm the person I represent myself to be in my pictures, etc. b) because I am a standard member who frequently turns her profile off for long period of time, thus, it does not get many views. By camming, I accrue more views. Views = being able to read profiles and send e-mails. It ain't rocket science. I cam a lot less that I used to, and now I mostly just stick to other venues, or late at night, because there's just too much bullshit that goes along with it. If I just wanted attention, I would be on cam ALL THE TIME. Also, I harbored the illusion that some folks actually liked to watch me. Maybe I'm wrong?
2) Ultimate is not a piece of shit stringing me along. We have both been very honest about what we want, and this is what works for us. If you have a problem with the way we do things, then don't talk to us. Just because we don't want to rearrange our entire lives for one another doesn't mean he's a piece of shit. It also doesn't mean that I'm a . It just means that I devote a certain portion of my life to keeping in touch with him, as does he, and the level of closeness we have might possibly make other potential partners uncomfortable if the stipulations set forth were not in place. He has the right to do whatever he wants, with whomever he wants, whenever he wants, and I have the same. If not wanting to begrudge someone you care about happiness makes you a piece of shit, well, I'm proud to be one. No, he is NOT my boyfriend, fiancée, or any of that. He is a person I care for deeply, and will welcome into my life as long as he wants to continue to be apart of it. I consider him to be one of my best friends, that I occasionally have naughty fun with. If you have a problem with it, Don't Talk To Me. It's VERY simple.
Now, recently, (and I won't mention the name, as much as I would like to), I had a conversation with someone, that essentially boils down to this me being naive, not knowing anything about life, that Ultimate is a piece of shit, that I'm an attention , etc etc etc...
Now, maybe I *AM* an attention . I don't argue that, or that I'm crazy. But the rest of that statement is complete and total bullocks.
For one thing, Ultimate is a great guy. And no, I dont say that because I "have a crush on him, and he's stringing [me] along". I say that because it's true. When I'm depressed and need a shoulder, Ultimate takes the time to listen. When I've had a rough day, and I'm thinking about slipping off the wagon and taking a drink, Ultimate is there for me. He doesn't do it because he thinks it'll get him in my pants, he doesn't do it so he can string me along and keep me, he does it because thats WHO HE IS. If he were stringing me along, he would make all kinds of promises, and say anything to keep me hanging on. He doesn't do that. He is never anything but 100% honest with me, and I am the same with him.
As for me knowing nothing about life, no, I don't have the life experience of someone in their 50s, but I have a better head on my shoulders than most twenty-four year olds. I take care of my grandfather and help my parents. I have a job, an education, and a bright future. I don't do drugs, I've never been to jail, and I have my life mostly together. I'm not so pretentious to think I know any more than anyone else based on something like age, either. I know that every person is different, and while an older person MAY have more life experiences, that is not an absolute. I never ASSUME (well, I TRY not to, anyway) anything about ANYONE, because you never know what that person has encountered, faced, overcome... before the moment they stood face to face with you. I lost my biological father at a young age. I lost a boyfriend and good friend, I practically raised myself, I put myself through school, I've had two jobs almost constantly since I was sixteen. I dealt with a family member with a mental illness and put up with emotional and physical abuse from them. I overcame my alcoholism. All of these things make me who I am, but they don't make me any better or worse than anyone else. I've made my mistakes, and I'm sorry for them. I've hurt people who didn't need to be hurt, I've fought battles that probably could have been avoided, but above all, I've learned so much from all of it. I'm not perfect, I don't pretend to be, but I try really hard to be a better person every day. It's hard, because there are so many things that make me angry, that I can't do anything about... like the way other people see me. No matter what I do, I can't MAKE someone see me the way I see myself. I can't show people everything... There's just too much.
I don't write these things because I want pity, if I did, I'd write about them every single day, how my father died when I was six, how my eldest brother passed away after a long and painful illness, or how my best friend was murdered at the hands of others, how my boyfriend died at his own hands... how I struggled with my temper and alcoholism and depression for years. I would write about it every day, looking for comments or pity. I don't want that. I simply want you to understand... Yes, I want people to like me. I know I can't force it, though, I've tried. I try to be funny, I try to make fun of myself, because if you make fun of yourself, you won't hurt anyone else's feelings, and I think I've done enough hurting other people to last a lifetime.
No, I write this, because for someone who knows nothing about me, and continually interrupts me when I try to give them information, then to say what I said was bullshit, that's something I can't let go. It's rude. It's bullshit. I wish I could post this person's name so you would all know how cruel and callous they really are.
But I won't.
Because I understand that not everyone can look at things the way I do. Not everyone will see things the way I do. Yes, I know, I'm not always right. No, I don't have all the answers. I never said I did. But I do know this:
You can never take away the feeling of happiness I get when my phone rings, and it's Ultimate, by saying he's a piece of shit. You can never take away any of my life experiences, good or bad, by saying that I'm clueless and naive. You can never take away who I am because you don't get it. You will not tear me down, whether or not that was your intent... I am who I am, I regret the mistake I've made, but I cannot change them. I mourn those I have lost, either through their death or through my own burning of bridges, but I can't bring them back. I can only try to be a better person, every day. Some days I don't do so hot. But I'm only human, and I struggle with a lot... guilt, remorse, pain, sorrow... And I try to get through it all one day at a time. It's hard, but I'm doing better than I was.
The only thing I've ever asked of anyone, is to stop judging me by WHO I WAS, and to start letting me be WHO I AM. I know I have a long way to go, but I'll never get there if people don't stop reminding me of what I was.
That being said, I don't think that you and I will ever see eye-to-eye, and that's fine. I just wish that you could respect my lifestyle, my choices, and my situation. Just because you don't agree with it, doesn't make it wrong. Yeah, it seems silly to devote someone time to someone that can't offer me the fairy tale... But I'm no princess. I don't *want* a fairy tale. I just want to be happy, and right now, hearing his voice makes me happy. Maybe that will change one day, and it won't be a enough... and when that day comes, I'll have some decisions to make, but for right now, it works. If you don't get it, if you don't understand it, then I don't know what to tell you... but if you will continually argue with me about it, telling me that he's a piece of shit, and that I'm naive, please, just get out of my life. There are enough people trying to keep me down by reminding me of what a fat, psychotic, bitch I am/was, every day. I have better things to do than listen to them. Why should I listen to you? You're just doing the same thing... Just with different words.
"Maybe the past is like an anchor, holding us down. Maybe we have to let go of who we WERE, to become who we're supposed to be." - Sex and the City
People change, and people grow. I'm not the same person I was last year, last month, or even last week. I learn and grow more every day. Please, give me the opportunity to get my brain together. It's been a crazy life. I'm finally started to understand things, and look at things in a more mature fashion. I wish people could understand that... But hey, I guess if you hear the same rumors enough times, you start to believe them.
By the way, did you know that if you have unprotected sex, and the woman hops backwards 8 times before the sun comes up, you won't get pregnant? Also, jacking off causes blindness. And green M+M's make you horny, and Mountain dew will lower your sperm count... And if you believe all that, I have a bridge I'd like to sell you...
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You make breaking hearts look so easy. You've got breaking up all but down.
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Posted:Jul 24, 2009 10:52 pm
Last Updated:Jul 29, 2009 11:04 pm
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The sunset over the bay, painting it ethereal shades of orange and pink. He stood behind me, and though I couldn't see him, I knew that his arms were at his sides, his hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets while he searched for the words. There were none, though, none that could change things. After a long moment, I heard him walk away.
From my crumpled position on the velvety lawn I couldn't see anything but the water. I don't know how long I laid there, crying, but when I looked up again, the sun had set and the fireflies had begun to glow here and there. I sat up, hugging my knees, seeing, but not taking in, the grass stains on my dress or the grim on my arms. I was certain my mascara was running down my cheeks, as well.
He was gone.
Endings happen, they are a part of life. I try to view endings in the most positive light, as new beginnings, as "everything happens for a reason."... But sometimes, it's hard. Especially when the ending comes after a long standing union, friendships, marriages, relationships of any kind... The death of a loved one... Those are some of the hardest endings of all.
I recently ended something, and while I know I am better off for doing so, I still feel remorse for the loss of the good times, and the pain of knowing they will never happen again. The "arrangement" had been off and on-going, very much secretly, for years, but when it all boils down to it, we both wanted different things... I refuse to turn a blind eye to their short comings any longer, and they refused to pretend to be ok with my continued sexploits with others any longer... And while I can understand that, I refuse to give up pleasure for someone who can only give me a portion of themselves.
I can't say my heart is broken, but I feel as if I have lost piece of it.
Endings Suck.
FuckTheSpacebar.
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Posted:Jul 21, 2009 6:54 am
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2009 10:44 pm
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What's the deal with people, man?
I was looking at books in Target, because I am boycotting Wal-Mart, because I just can't stand ghetto baby mama drama at 7 am, when this of about 13 or 14 comes tearing around the corner, slams into me, causes me to drop everything in my hands, knocks me down, steps on my hand, and THEN flips me off. A nanosecond later, the 's mother or older sister (she looks like she was about 17) came around the corner, looks at me, calls out to the and walks away.
I said "Um, Excuse me, but that just knocked me down and gave me the finger." as I was climbing up off the floor.
The Girl-Woman takes the by the hand and asks the "Dat true?"
The , of course, shakes his head violently. "Nah."
"Fuck you, you crusty white bitch." The girl-woman says to me.
Later, that same woman was behind me in line. I had several items and while the cashier was ringing me up, the woman muttered comments under her breath.
"Think she better than everyone jus' cause she got a big thick book. oh, what u need that lotion for? can't get your man off so he need it to jerk it? nasty old bitch."
As I'm walking out to the parking lot, she and the chant "Racist cunt, Racist Cunt." at me.
Ok, the sheer irony that anyone would call me racist, or OLD, aside, I concluded that the girl was probably the boys older sister, as they joined an older woman at the bus stop just outside the store... My question is, why did that mother FAIL her so horribly as a parent? What kind of parent do you have to be for your to turn out like that?
Its like those women who want to fight over something. I'm not going to meet you behind the 7-11 and throw down with you. I am better than that. I'm smart enough to know that all fighting you is going to do, is make you look like a chump when I kicked your ass. And frankly, I like my hair, and don't want it pulled out. I've evolved passed that neandtherthal approach to anger and aggression, to the point where I can communicate my way around most obstacles other people feel the need to try to punch there way through. Geeze, go have a cup of tea and a chill pill.
It's like those guys who think that because your personalities don't mesh in a private setting, you can't control yourself in a public setting. Puh-leeze, get over yourself. Not everyone has such a loose handle on their feelings that they'll just go nuts at the first opportunity they get. (rolls eyes) Sorry to disappoint you, but you're Just. Not. Worth. It.
It's like those who come to class to disrupt it, not to learn. It's like those thugs who hang out on street corners waiting for someone to look at them wrong so they can start something.
What were your parents doing when they were supposed to be teaching you manners, and how to respect people? Where were they when they were supposed to be teaching you respect and chivalry? And Modesty? Where were you parents while you were becoming a giant fucking mess? IS IT BECAUSE THEY DIDNT GIVE YOU ENOUGH ATTENTION, THAT YOU ACT OUT LIKE THIS NOW???? Is it for attention? Do you need the love and adoration (or hatred, because negative attention is still attention!!) of the masses so badly that you want to vilify or victimize someone else?
And why not me? I'm an easy target. I've had problems with people in the past, I'm not as well liked as it appears, obviously people will believe you when you say I'm crazy.
And why not me? I'm a young, white female, well dressed and well spoken? What could I possibly know about hardship? And because I'm white, I must be racist. All white people are racist.
And why not me? I'm popular where ever I go because I'm attractive and funny and smart. I take away from the attention you think you deserve. And that's my goal. I wake up every morning and say "How can I ruin little Susie's Day today?"
And why not me? Don't I deserve it, for all of my past mistakes? Isn't this payback for struggling with alcoholism and depression? Because I haven't suffered enough all ready.
To everyone out there who doesn't like me, or who thinks they need to fight me to prove something to themselves or anyone else, or who needs to vilify me to make yourself look better (bonus points if you do it while claiming you don't care what people think of you), or who thinks that saying "no thank you" to repeated requests for "date" with someone who acts like a creep, and looks like Michael J Fox when his Parkinson's medication has run out, only less adorable, makes me a brainless person, or if you fooled around with a mutual friend, told everyone, and then tried to pin it on me, or claiming I got too "attached" because I simply wanted to be friends... To make YOURSELF FEEL BETTER OR LOOK BETTER... Go ahead. I don't care. Love me, Hate me, say what you want about me.
To the women who won't come to meet and greets because Star and I have said we will attend, to the men who continually stir the pot because they like watching the women bicker, to the men who lie and say they've been more intimate with me than they have, the the women who lie and say they know more about me than they do... To the attention whores who need to put me, and others like me, down because it makes them feel better about their pitiful, sad, empty existence... Go ahead. Love me, hate me, I'm still your obsession.
Maybe you should get a hobby.
--Sassy
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Oh, Why Hello Jealousy, How Are You?
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Posted:Jul 4, 2009 6:43 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2009 6:02 am
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Let me preface this entry by saying that I'm not not stuck up, and that I don't believe that everyone I encounter feels this way, or that I think I'm better than anyone else. It's simply an observation based on some of my more recent experiences.
I've never thought of myself as anything particularly special. I know that I've got an above average way with words, but before coming here, I thought that my ability to turn a phrase, and my twisted sense of humor was really all I had going for me. Then, some women on here began to target me. They made me objects of rumors, cruel jokes, and some would even openly attack me in chatrooms (though, most prefer the "chicken-shit passive aggressive method" - That's the technical term, you see). I didn't understand why people would be so mean to someone they've never met. I spent years trying to figure out what I was doing to make these women hate me so much. Then, this morning, Ultimate sat me down and explained it to me. They are jealous.
Jealous of what? Jealous of my "relationship" (or friendship, if you want to argue what constitutes a relationship) with Ult? Jealous of my looks? Jealous of my way with words? Jealous that I take attention away from them when I'm in the chatrooms? What? I don't understand. I won't say that there's no one on here that I'm jealous of, sure, but no where near the point of being catty and mean to them.
I don't understand why the women who are so hateful and catty are that way. I've never felt that way. I mean, sure, I've gotten angry and wanted things other people have for myself, but never to the point where I'd actually want to hurt someone else to get it.
I wrote this entry with two particular peeople in mind, one who said a particularly nasty thing about the dynamic between myself and Ultimate; the other who, while we haven't had any run-ins recently, has pretty much done everything she can to chase me off the site since I got here. I doubt either one of them will read this, and I'm fine with that. I don't have any desire to provoke either one of them, or fight, or make them look bad. I simply want to get my own angry feelings off my chest, by saying this:
To the first person, I'm sorry you feel threatened by me. I'm sorry that you can't understand that a bond between two people can go deeper than something sexual. I'm sorry that I take away from the attention you so desperately need. I'm sorry that you're unhappy with yourself, and you choose to project the anger and frustration of your short comings on me. I know if you were to see this, you would scoff and say you're not jealous... But if you weren't, why would it matter what I do, or who I do it with, to you?
To the second person, we've come to an agreement, and I have no desire to start anything new. I've said I'll I need to say, as have you. I probably wouldn't have thought about you at all if you weren't so similar to this other girl.
I feel sorry for you both.
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FuckTheSpaceBar
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Posted:Jul 1, 2009 9:09 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2009 10:05 pm
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Maybe it's my own fault. Maybe because I'm such an open person I invite this kind of bullshit into my life.
...I'm not having a good day today.
I work nights, so I usually try to stay on Schedule on my days off, so I stayed up all night last night. I was just getting to bed around 7:30 this morning, so I hadn't been asleep too long when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it. It was the Maytag guy. I'm there, my hair all Amy-Winehouse-after-an-all-night-benderish, and my make up all bozo-the-clown-on-a-hot-day-ish. I also sleep naked, and couldnt find my bathrobe, so I donned my niece's Disney Princess (c) Blankey and made a makeshift toga. I answer the door, and the guy says "I'm here to fix your dishwasher."
I don't use the dishwasher, so I had no idea with was broken. I don't use many dishes, so I wash most of them by hand. My housemates are usually the ones who use it because they have large meals together, so there are a lot of dishes. I guess the dishwasher broke sometime over the weekend and they called for repair. Of course, none of them were home, so I had no idea what was going on. I let the guy in, got dressed, and called my housemate. She said the guy wasn't supposed to be there til this afternoon, and he was was supposed to call her first. Whatever. The guy keeps asking me all these questions about the thing, and each time I told him not only did I not know it was broken, but in the entire time I have lived there, I have never used it. I don't even know how to use it. I'm a hand washer. Always have been. Finally, at noon, he left, but not before telling me it would cost $450 to fix, and it would take take ten days to fix. My housemates were not happy about that. So around noon-thirty, I laid back down. I had been asleep for all of 20 minutes when my phone starts buzzing. Because we are so short handed at work, I'm on call all the time in case I'm needed, plus my grandfather is not well, so I tend to leave my cell on all day. Thinking it was bad news, I jumped awake, hitting my head on the wall. I look at my phone. It's 'The Ex'. He texted me "good morning." He's barely spoken to me in the last 3-4 years, and the last time we talked was about a week ago, in which the conversation ended by him just never responding my text. So I texted back "Hi" I didn't know what else to say... I was half asleep! He responded 'Good response, nice to see all those years working in journalism paid off.' ...I worked for 7 months as a sales manager at the local news paper, but whatever... The conversation went downhill from there. He wants to act condescending, fine. I have better things to do with my time. I wasn't able to fall back asleep until around 4 or so, at which time, a group of started a street hockey game outside my bedroom window. I went out side and asked them fairly nicely if they would move down the street as I was trying to sleep because I work the night shift. They complied, but not without flipping me off.
I tossed and turned for another hour or two before finally dozing off around 6:30. Then the power flickered and the A/C went off (that happens about once a week out here in the summer), making it fairly impossible to sleep. I took a cold shower and by 8 pm I was FINALLY asleep. That's when the people across the street decided to start celebration of our Nation's birth a few days early with about a wheelbarrow full of the nosiest fire crackers on Earth. They stopped around 9. At 9:15, my alarm went off.
Then, I came to work and discovered that I had forgotten about a rather large bill that was due on Monday. Fortunately, it is automatically deducted from my Checking Account. Unfortunately, there was no money in my checking account because I get paid in (checks watch) two hours and seven minutes. Because the amount is so large, it's made in two transactions, and so, I am slapped with a 70 dollar over draft fee because I'm an idiot, and forgot to transfer the money out of my savings account.
In order to cheer myself up, I thought I would come into chat and speak to some of my friends in there. They're usually good for a laugh. I'd been there for a bit when I saw someone I had... a strained relationship with. There were several misunderstandings compounded with one really big drama mongering harpie who needs to get hit by a bus... Anyway... So I spoke to them, thinking, "You know what? It's been MONTHS. Let's all pull up our big girl panties and grow up." He didn't answer in the room, I figured he probably missed it. So I im'd him privately, saying "Hey, I saw you in the room, thought I'd say hi." His response? "I have you on ignore in the room. please leave me alone."... Whatever, I want to bury the hatchet, you're the one who spread rumors about ME, you're the one that no one really chats with... (that I've ever seen, anyway) But that's what I get for trying to be nice. Note To Self: Don't do that again.
So then I got to thinking, I've had a lot of problems with people over the years on this site, maybe I'm the problem. But then I thought about the people I have problems with versus the people I don't have problems with, and realized that in six years, there's been about, I'd say, 15 people I've had honest to god drama with... Juxtaposed to the 2-3 hundred people I chat with between the three chatrooms and blogs and interest groups I'm in, I'd say it's not GREAT odds in my favor, but when you also think about how many of them were just guys that things went south with and they got pissy over it, and that's cool with me. There are a couple of women who hate my guts for whatever reason (I'm gonna go with jealousy, because my ego needs inflating right now.), but hey, that's on them. I'm friendly to most people, especially now that I've gotten my act together and gotten a handle on my drinking. If people can't let go of things that happened 2-3 years ago, whatever.
So I'm not the problem, dammit.
I've decided to protest Douchebaggery, however. And I'm going to do that by saying FuckTheSpaceBar.
JoinMeInMyProtestOfDoucheBaggery. Say"FuckTheSpaceBar"WheneverYouEncounterDouchebaggery!
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