Expect to see more of these hot heels ON MY SEXY FEET in the upcoming week on my site!
They were a surprise sent from a recurring member of my site and and I cannot wait to get my feet all dolled up in them to show off!
THANK YOU!
They were a surprise sent from a recurring member of my site and and I cannot wait to get my feet all dolled up in them to show off!
THANK YOU!
I will always write about what I want to write about.
If it hurts your feelings, oops. Guess I wasn't meant to be your "inspiration" after all!
If it hurts your feelings, oops. Guess I wasn't meant to be your "inspiration" after all!
Recently one of the faceless "foot" women sent me an email that made me rethink everything we had ever spoken of ...
"My husband won't let me pay for your site. He took the credit cards and refuses to let me pay. Can I instead work a trade and send you a gift for access?"
Just a few weeks ago the I was emailed again the following question from the same individual:
"How much should I charge someone for special requested photographs?"
So, let me get this straight....
you refuse to pay me $20 a month for access to my site but you make money off your "fans"?
It is exactly this sort of bullshit that makes me despise folks.
You don't want to pay ME for my work yet you want to ask me how to charge others for YOUR work?
What the fuck is that?
SMH...
and people wonder why the fuck I stay a thousand and one feet away from so many.
"My husband won't let me pay for your site. He took the credit cards and refuses to let me pay. Can I instead work a trade and send you a gift for access?"
Just a few weeks ago the I was emailed again the following question from the same individual:
"How much should I charge someone for special requested photographs?"
So, let me get this straight....
you refuse to pay me $20 a month for access to my site but you make money off your "fans"?
It is exactly this sort of bullshit that makes me despise folks.
You don't want to pay ME for my work yet you want to ask me how to charge others for YOUR work?
What the fuck is that?
SMH...
and people wonder why the fuck I stay a thousand and one feet away from so many.
Wow have I let this place GO to the birds!
No blogs for ages is just not acceptable, now is it??
Today is July 5th which means yesterday we celebrated our Independence with the tradition traffic, BBQs, family, friends, major amounts of alcohol consumption and the ever lovely fireworks. How can we NOT have those to end the evening?? pfft!
The town I live in sits up against a major lake. We share the shores with at least two other neighboring cities and the lake is a central place for a lot of community events etc. Each year they have a huge blowout and a fireworks show in the marina. Sitting anywhere on the lake will let you spy the show (which is free no matter where you see it). The only problem is...the amount of humans living in my town has hit a maximum boiling point.
Fireworks were scheduled for 9:15pm. Well mother nature decided to piss on us from the skies nearly all day. In fact up until about 8:50 we had steady rain. We immediately left and headed for the lake front when it eased up. After 12 years of living in this town, we should have learned by now but I am ready to have the words 'masochist' tattooed on my forehead. I drove down there and on the way had at least 10 road rage episodes and I do drive with my windows down *hint hint*
Why exactly do people forget how the fuck to drive when a little fireworks show is about to start. The road that travels alongside of the lake has a soft shoulder of about a good 50 feet and I am probably being too generous in this description. People fish there and can park a car easily but the dicks around here park on the edge of the grass. Then there wives stand with their ten dirty rugrats on the solid white line at the edge of the driving lane. Lovely. Not to mention, wet roads. People crossing streets without looking. In herds.
People EVERYWHERE...crawling...just to see a fireworks show.
*writer breathes in DEEP and blows out.....*
I made it to a spot I could park. We ended up traveling so far that we were on what we call the 'backside' of the lake. Essentially we were looking dead at our city from nearly the next town up the road. It was nice actually...we could see shows and private fireworks all the way around...I counted at least 7 different spots to watch.
Now remember I have lived here 12 plus years. Sitting next to us was a large family in a Cadillac and on our right was a huge SUV, like a Tahoe, both packed to the gills with people. About 9:35, in the middle of the fireworks show for MY town (dead center of my view across the lake) the man on my right starts packing up. According to him and a recent cell phone call, we missed the fireworks. LOL The ones I was still watching BTW.
I thanked him for the info but corrected him that he was going to miss the finale. He firmly stated that the firworks were let off on the backside of the lake and he proceeded to point to the heavily wooded area behind us, that borders the local zoo. I tried to explain once that we WERE ON THE BACKSIDE of the lake but he insisted we missed the finale for sure. I didn't want to keep the conversation going so I turned away, back to see my finale start and I listened to the lady to my left ask the dude on my right if she could follow him back into town. Then he said it...the words that made laugh out loud...
"You can follow me back to Miami because that is where I am from...hardy har har har"
I live in a world of pure ignorance. A time when even a local resident doesn't know what they are talking about.
Are we really that rude of a society that we forget how to properly and safely drive during public events, ask questions we do not listen to the answers to?
The night ended great though because we jokingly laughed and enjoyed the wham-bam-thank-ya-maam show across the water and then headed out through the mad mass of vehicles back to our neighborhood. We hit Wendy's and we picked up burgers and FROSTYsssssssssssssssss :)p (love em!)
Once we got home we noticed that some overzealous redneck in the neighborhood had spent his rent money on those 'illegal' fireworks. He had the works including my favorite...the big gold sparkly fireworks that linger for a second like dust in the air!
Ohhhh *eyes light up* *giggles*
He even had his finale....about a good ten large ones in a row. Not half bad!!
So there it is....my fireworks evening.
You even got another 'Cybil' moment (or two) included...free of charge!
No blogs for ages is just not acceptable, now is it??
Today is July 5th which means yesterday we celebrated our Independence with the tradition traffic, BBQs, family, friends, major amounts of alcohol consumption and the ever lovely fireworks. How can we NOT have those to end the evening?? pfft!
The town I live in sits up against a major lake. We share the shores with at least two other neighboring cities and the lake is a central place for a lot of community events etc. Each year they have a huge blowout and a fireworks show in the marina. Sitting anywhere on the lake will let you spy the show (which is free no matter where you see it). The only problem is...the amount of humans living in my town has hit a maximum boiling point.
Fireworks were scheduled for 9:15pm. Well mother nature decided to piss on us from the skies nearly all day. In fact up until about 8:50 we had steady rain. We immediately left and headed for the lake front when it eased up. After 12 years of living in this town, we should have learned by now but I am ready to have the words 'masochist' tattooed on my forehead. I drove down there and on the way had at least 10 road rage episodes and I do drive with my windows down *hint hint*
Why exactly do people forget how the fuck to drive when a little fireworks show is about to start. The road that travels alongside of the lake has a soft shoulder of about a good 50 feet and I am probably being too generous in this description. People fish there and can park a car easily but the dicks around here park on the edge of the grass. Then there wives stand with their ten dirty rugrats on the solid white line at the edge of the driving lane. Lovely. Not to mention, wet roads. People crossing streets without looking. In herds.
People EVERYWHERE...crawling...just to see a fireworks show.
*writer breathes in DEEP and blows out.....*
I made it to a spot I could park. We ended up traveling so far that we were on what we call the 'backside' of the lake. Essentially we were looking dead at our city from nearly the next town up the road. It was nice actually...we could see shows and private fireworks all the way around...I counted at least 7 different spots to watch.
Now remember I have lived here 12 plus years. Sitting next to us was a large family in a Cadillac and on our right was a huge SUV, like a Tahoe, both packed to the gills with people. About 9:35, in the middle of the fireworks show for MY town (dead center of my view across the lake) the man on my right starts packing up. According to him and a recent cell phone call, we missed the fireworks. LOL The ones I was still watching BTW.
I thanked him for the info but corrected him that he was going to miss the finale. He firmly stated that the firworks were let off on the backside of the lake and he proceeded to point to the heavily wooded area behind us, that borders the local zoo. I tried to explain once that we WERE ON THE BACKSIDE of the lake but he insisted we missed the finale for sure. I didn't want to keep the conversation going so I turned away, back to see my finale start and I listened to the lady to my left ask the dude on my right if she could follow him back into town. Then he said it...the words that made laugh out loud...
"You can follow me back to Miami because that is where I am from...hardy har har har"
I live in a world of pure ignorance. A time when even a local resident doesn't know what they are talking about.
Are we really that rude of a society that we forget how to properly and safely drive during public events, ask questions we do not listen to the answers to?
The night ended great though because we jokingly laughed and enjoyed the wham-bam-thank-ya-maam show across the water and then headed out through the mad mass of vehicles back to our neighborhood. We hit Wendy's and we picked up burgers and FROSTYsssssssssssssssss :)p (love em!)
Once we got home we noticed that some overzealous redneck in the neighborhood had spent his rent money on those 'illegal' fireworks. He had the works including my favorite...the big gold sparkly fireworks that linger for a second like dust in the air!
Ohhhh *eyes light up* *giggles*
He even had his finale....about a good ten large ones in a row. Not half bad!!
So there it is....my fireworks evening.
You even got another 'Cybil' moment (or two) included...free of charge!
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Directory of Service Provider Agents for Notification of Claims of Infringement
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International Intellectual Property Alliance
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http://www.copyright.gov
The Digital Millennium Copyright Act
http://www.copyright.gov/legislation/dmca.pdf
United States Patent & Trademark Office
http://www.uspto.gov
Directory of Service Provider Agents for Notification of Claims of Infringement
http://www.copyright.gov/onlinesp/list/index.html
International Intellectual Property Alliance
http://www.iipa.com
UPDATE *** UPDATE *** UPDATE *** UPDATE
Here is the email I received back from the webmaster from my previous 'bitch session' blog...
I had lady luck on my side in this battle and before it even began...it was over.
I am as happy as a snug little bug in a shag rug! *it tickles - he he he*
Here is the email I received back from the webmaster from my previous 'bitch session' blog...
I had lady luck on my side in this battle and before it even began...it was over.
I am as happy as a snug little bug in a shag rug! *it tickles - he he he*
What do you think of when you hear the word Piracy?
Do you mentally see this:
or maybe this:
Well you would be correct but sadly a few centuries off. Now we have 'Modern Day Pirates" on the seas of the internet!
They steal and plunder our clips and pictures on forum websites and file-sharing services.
I do not have to complain often but when I do, I tend to throw a few things.
First I find as much of the stolen shit as I can,
Next I email the webmaster of said website (Like so...)
I know many frown upon a woman speaking out (providing URLs etc) publicly when this is found but honestly I think of things very differently.
That is why I am me and you are you.
I would rather bitch up a storm so large that the people reading my words actually feel physical gut pain. I want the man who took my material to understand that my kindness was taken advantage of, he STOLE from me and yes,
I am always lurking nearby,
and now pretty irate and not in any mood to fuck around.
The site I emailed earlier actually allowed the threads listed and one additional one (that was already removed overnight).
It all started when I was emailed privately through my site's contact page by a WONDERFUL young man who alerted me to the piracy. I acted quickly but took it a step further when I had time today. I went back to the said site to check on the first thread and hit the Search button right after.
Sure enough...at least 10 more links and all holding two to three clips each. To make it worse....each thread held about 5 to 6 comments on average - thanking the poster! WHAT THE FUCK! I want a fucking thank you. I made the fucking clips, you stupid dick holes!
I want to hear thank yous coming from all those sad little fucks who just bent me over a desk and pumped my ass without lube.
We know they have lube - they just are selfish about where and when they use it I figure.
Sad little fucks!!!
*grouchy face*
Being quite about this bullshit is what gives the pirates a backbone. I always go straight to webmasters. I hated Youtube but eventually they came around too and my complaints were acted upon immediately. I always supply the link for my clips4sale store where each stolen clip was purchased from.
What is worse is the stolen material is put up on sites that sometimes charge the users to purchase 'credits' etc to see the threads. How much more is hidden? How much of that hidden material is making SOME ONE BESIDES ME, essentially my money??
*again with the grouch face*
Well, this is prompting something that will make my fight so much easier...
COPYRIGHT
Legally filed for my protection.
I will obtain a copyright for all Mommie material and in the future I will be able to actually threaten sites and request a perma ban of my material in the future.
I am over this bullshit. I haven't had it done to me as often as some (or most) of the other ladies out there but honestly, I won't be taking much more.
Foot job clips are going to be website only in the future. BTFW
You can buy a membership and I can hold a record of everyone who would see the files. I do not NEED to make those clips for OTHER PEOPLE. Get me??
Fuck me and guess what folks, I fuck back.
Do you mentally see this:
or maybe this:
Well you would be correct but sadly a few centuries off. Now we have 'Modern Day Pirates" on the seas of the internet!
They steal and plunder our clips and pictures on forum websites and file-sharing services.
I do not have to complain often but when I do, I tend to throw a few things.
First I find as much of the stolen shit as I can,
Next I email the webmaster of said website (Like so...)
I know many frown upon a woman speaking out (providing URLs etc) publicly when this is found but honestly I think of things very differently.
That is why I am me and you are you.
I would rather bitch up a storm so large that the people reading my words actually feel physical gut pain. I want the man who took my material to understand that my kindness was taken advantage of, he STOLE from me and yes,
I am always lurking nearby,
and now pretty irate and not in any mood to fuck around.
The site I emailed earlier actually allowed the threads listed and one additional one (that was already removed overnight).
It all started when I was emailed privately through my site's contact page by a WONDERFUL young man who alerted me to the piracy. I acted quickly but took it a step further when I had time today. I went back to the said site to check on the first thread and hit the Search button right after.
Sure enough...at least 10 more links and all holding two to three clips each. To make it worse....each thread held about 5 to 6 comments on average - thanking the poster! WHAT THE FUCK! I want a fucking thank you. I made the fucking clips, you stupid dick holes!
I want to hear thank yous coming from all those sad little fucks who just bent me over a desk and pumped my ass without lube.
We know they have lube - they just are selfish about where and when they use it I figure.
Sad little fucks!!!
*grouchy face*
Being quite about this bullshit is what gives the pirates a backbone. I always go straight to webmasters. I hated Youtube but eventually they came around too and my complaints were acted upon immediately. I always supply the link for my clips4sale store where each stolen clip was purchased from.
What is worse is the stolen material is put up on sites that sometimes charge the users to purchase 'credits' etc to see the threads. How much more is hidden? How much of that hidden material is making SOME ONE BESIDES ME, essentially my money??
*again with the grouch face*
Well, this is prompting something that will make my fight so much easier...
COPYRIGHT
Legally filed for my protection.
I will obtain a copyright for all Mommie material and in the future I will be able to actually threaten sites and request a perma ban of my material in the future.
I am over this bullshit. I haven't had it done to me as often as some (or most) of the other ladies out there but honestly, I won't be taking much more.
Foot job clips are going to be website only in the future. BTFW
You can buy a membership and I can hold a record of everyone who would see the files. I do not NEED to make those clips for OTHER PEOPLE. Get me??
Fuck me and guess what folks, I fuck back.
The past few updates are as follows:
4/29/2010
White Bowties
4/30/2010 - 3 new clips were added to my site and clips4sale store (#12148)
Toy SUV Demolition
7 Minutes
Spread & Curl
3 Minutes
Toe Tapping & Carpet Mashing
9 Minutes
5/04/2010
Red Qupid Ruffles
Both pairs of these sexy heels came from foot boys online that are part of the Wu's Foot Links site/forum!
I want to extend a HUGE THANK YOU to you both...
you know who you are *wink wink*
4/29/2010
White Bowties
4/30/2010 - 3 new clips were added to my site and clips4sale store (#12148)
Toy SUV Demolition
7 Minutes
Spread & Curl
3 Minutes
Toe Tapping & Carpet Mashing
9 Minutes
5/04/2010
Red Qupid Ruffles
Both pairs of these sexy heels came from foot boys online that are part of the Wu's Foot Links site/forum!
I want to extend a HUGE THANK YOU to you both...
you know who you are *wink wink*
4/23/2010
Red Stripe
4/24/2010 - 2 New Videos!!
Go Away Pervert & Let Me Sleep!
Bye Bye, Pink Slippers II
All updates are currently available on my site and both the new clips have been uploaded to my clip store...so go now and GET YOU SOME!! xoxo
Red Stripe
4/24/2010 - 2 New Videos!!
Go Away Pervert & Let Me Sleep!
Bye Bye, Pink Slippers II
All updates are currently available on my site and both the new clips have been uploaded to my clip store...so go now and GET YOU SOME!! xoxo
Do you ever have those moments where you want to kick your own ass for feelings and thoughts that you have that make you feel uncomfortable, irritable and down right childish? I do.
I have been in the online foot community for years now and when I started this journey everything was fun, new and vibrant.
Eventually I started to ask other ladies about getting into the fetish community because I knew some of them SLEPT with their cameras in their hands and it could be fun to feed more feet to all the starving foot perverts on MySpace.
I helped with spreading word and getting new girls a few friends to start with. I answered tons of questions. Spent a lot of my personal time and trust to build what I thought were friendships.
Over time this business can be grueling and cruel. People you talk to everyday just disappear. I am one of those people. I tend to "get lost in the mist" as one guy said to me earlier today. To be honest, it is the safest place to be, at least for me anyways. If you cannot reach me then I cannot be expected to deal with many of the day to day things I encounter. Questions I do not want to answer. Conversations I do not want to have about people that I do not associate with. I think most folks expect it to be taken as a joke and I am sure it is meant to be all in good fun but can I say something?
It is not.
After years of putting up with lame ass bullshit online I have reached a point where I am comfortable enough with who I am and what I am about to be able to speak the truth. In plain text. So you can read it and let it absorb deeply into your pores.
It has come to my attention again and again that it is a common joke as to where I live.
That's right, a trailer.
How funny is that, right?! I mean come ON!
It's not even a REAL house. LOL
Let me tell you how BAD ASS it is to make fun of someone's living space!
You are right up there with royalty, I will have you know! *wink wink*
I feel that maybe with ME making jokes too...you will see just how retarded and childish you appear to everyone.
See, I won't live in this damn place for forever, but those who listen and feed into the bullshit will always be the jackasses who just had to pot cheap shots and laugh at the jokes laid out at my expense.
Also, let's hit the little matter of my health. It seems this has come under fire as well.
Let me start with a little tale...
I got pregnant in late 1999 and went through a pretty difficult pregnancy and birth.
At first the doctors thought there was a hole in her kidney. This meant a huge risk including losing the baby. Eventually it came to light, as she grew in utero, that it was a dilation in her intestines. By the time I was ready to pop the dilation had dissipated and all was okay.
My delivery was extremely painful because my little ray of sunshine decided to enter the world facing up (Posterior) and this causes a ton of back discomfort, 16 hours of it in fact. I chose to go with the Epidural (more pain), since two shots of Stadol didn't do the trick and I was ready to murder my husband.
We lost her heartbeat at least three times that I can remember and her umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck when she did come out. When all was said and done we had a perfect baby girl with a 9 out of 10 Apgar score and a very exhausted me.
The next day I made a decision that will forever haunt me.
I chose to be injected with the Depo Provera birth control shot. That was 2000.
I took this shot every three months, as directed, like clockwork.
Unbeknownst to me, in 2004 a "black box warning" was issued on this drug. It stated that the drug should be used only when all other methods fail and for no longer than TWO YEARS. They had learned that prolonged exposure to this drug actually leads to bone density loss and in some cases it can be irreversible. Scary shit!
When I learned this in 2006 I immediately took myself off it. I had suffered from weight gain, insomnia (worse than I presently have), lowered libido, depression and loss of memory. Yup, it is safe to say I was pretty fucked up.
I was about 4 years too late stopping the injections and the internal damage had already been done. Within a year I started to have dental issues and I struggled with the fact that I had no control over what was occurring. At the age of 31 I now have the teeth of an 80 year old. They are brittle and hurt me quite often. There are days where my face swells and the pain makes me want me to do nothing more than sleep. They chip and break from time to time and the cost to repair them is outrageous, even with insurance.
I worry day to day if one of these times the swelling won't go down. The problem could go somewhere else, like my heart or an infection to my brain.
But don't worry...it is funny. Hilarious even.
To top it all off, I know that many out there know this about me yet people have never heard ME talk about it publicly, until now.
Talk about an elephant in the room!!!
I have been publicly subjected to nasty comments on MySpace and forums and I always do my best to "take it like a champ'.
Yet, enough is enough. How long does one have to stand around and allow themselves to be constantly poked and prodded before they are RIGHTFULLY allowed to strike back? Especially when the jokes could have originated in ONLY ONE PLACE. Say, a trusted friend who was invited into your home and spent time with family and friends. Talk about a major stab in the face, fuck the back! LOL
Let's get it right out there for everyone to read so that I do not have to hide anymore.
Let me take away the "ammunition" and see what really you have left to rag on me about.
I have never spread vicious lies. I have never told a lie in fact. Everything I have ever stated was truth/fact.
I get so angry sometimes, having to be quite and self-censored.
I have opened my door in peace and wiped the slate clear at least two times in the past only to later have it be revealed that the friendship was offered to me in complete and utter malice. That is disturbing to say the least. Even more disgusting is that the words were typed "I would never talk shit about you MD - I just want to be friends and have peace." All lies.
Why not let the burning hatred die & just go your own way?
I really hope this opens the eyes of every single person who reads this. Maybe some will come to better understand why I am so far out of reach. I do not really owe anyone anything. Not even this blog as explanation.
I am sure this will be whispered about and I am okay with that.
At least I did it to myself this time.
That makes me feel 110% better.
This is Batman...signing OUT!
I have been in the online foot community for years now and when I started this journey everything was fun, new and vibrant.
Eventually I started to ask other ladies about getting into the fetish community because I knew some of them SLEPT with their cameras in their hands and it could be fun to feed more feet to all the starving foot perverts on MySpace.
I helped with spreading word and getting new girls a few friends to start with. I answered tons of questions. Spent a lot of my personal time and trust to build what I thought were friendships.
Over time this business can be grueling and cruel. People you talk to everyday just disappear. I am one of those people. I tend to "get lost in the mist" as one guy said to me earlier today. To be honest, it is the safest place to be, at least for me anyways. If you cannot reach me then I cannot be expected to deal with many of the day to day things I encounter. Questions I do not want to answer. Conversations I do not want to have about people that I do not associate with. I think most folks expect it to be taken as a joke and I am sure it is meant to be all in good fun but can I say something?
It is not.
After years of putting up with lame ass bullshit online I have reached a point where I am comfortable enough with who I am and what I am about to be able to speak the truth. In plain text. So you can read it and let it absorb deeply into your pores.
It has come to my attention again and again that it is a common joke as to where I live.
That's right, a trailer.
How funny is that, right?! I mean come ON!
It's not even a REAL house. LOL
Let me tell you how BAD ASS it is to make fun of someone's living space!
You are right up there with royalty, I will have you know! *wink wink*
I feel that maybe with ME making jokes too...you will see just how retarded and childish you appear to everyone.
See, I won't live in this damn place for forever, but those who listen and feed into the bullshit will always be the jackasses who just had to pot cheap shots and laugh at the jokes laid out at my expense.
Also, let's hit the little matter of my health. It seems this has come under fire as well.
Let me start with a little tale...
I got pregnant in late 1999 and went through a pretty difficult pregnancy and birth.
At first the doctors thought there was a hole in her kidney. This meant a huge risk including losing the baby. Eventually it came to light, as she grew in utero, that it was a dilation in her intestines. By the time I was ready to pop the dilation had dissipated and all was okay.
My delivery was extremely painful because my little ray of sunshine decided to enter the world facing up (Posterior) and this causes a ton of back discomfort, 16 hours of it in fact. I chose to go with the Epidural (more pain), since two shots of Stadol didn't do the trick and I was ready to murder my husband.
We lost her heartbeat at least three times that I can remember and her umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck when she did come out. When all was said and done we had a perfect baby girl with a 9 out of 10 Apgar score and a very exhausted me.
The next day I made a decision that will forever haunt me.
I chose to be injected with the Depo Provera birth control shot. That was 2000.
I took this shot every three months, as directed, like clockwork.
Unbeknownst to me, in 2004 a "black box warning" was issued on this drug. It stated that the drug should be used only when all other methods fail and for no longer than TWO YEARS. They had learned that prolonged exposure to this drug actually leads to bone density loss and in some cases it can be irreversible. Scary shit!
When I learned this in 2006 I immediately took myself off it. I had suffered from weight gain, insomnia (worse than I presently have), lowered libido, depression and loss of memory. Yup, it is safe to say I was pretty fucked up.
I was about 4 years too late stopping the injections and the internal damage had already been done. Within a year I started to have dental issues and I struggled with the fact that I had no control over what was occurring. At the age of 31 I now have the teeth of an 80 year old. They are brittle and hurt me quite often. There are days where my face swells and the pain makes me want me to do nothing more than sleep. They chip and break from time to time and the cost to repair them is outrageous, even with insurance.
I worry day to day if one of these times the swelling won't go down. The problem could go somewhere else, like my heart or an infection to my brain.
But don't worry...it is funny. Hilarious even.
To top it all off, I know that many out there know this about me yet people have never heard ME talk about it publicly, until now.
Talk about an elephant in the room!!!
I have been publicly subjected to nasty comments on MySpace and forums and I always do my best to "take it like a champ'.
Yet, enough is enough. How long does one have to stand around and allow themselves to be constantly poked and prodded before they are RIGHTFULLY allowed to strike back? Especially when the jokes could have originated in ONLY ONE PLACE. Say, a trusted friend who was invited into your home and spent time with family and friends. Talk about a major stab in the face, fuck the back! LOL
Let's get it right out there for everyone to read so that I do not have to hide anymore.
Let me take away the "ammunition" and see what really you have left to rag on me about.
I have never spread vicious lies. I have never told a lie in fact. Everything I have ever stated was truth/fact.
I get so angry sometimes, having to be quite and self-censored.
I have opened my door in peace and wiped the slate clear at least two times in the past only to later have it be revealed that the friendship was offered to me in complete and utter malice. That is disturbing to say the least. Even more disgusting is that the words were typed "I would never talk shit about you MD - I just want to be friends and have peace." All lies.
Why not let the burning hatred die & just go your own way?
I really hope this opens the eyes of every single person who reads this. Maybe some will come to better understand why I am so far out of reach. I do not really owe anyone anything. Not even this blog as explanation.
I am sure this will be whispered about and I am okay with that.
At least I did it to myself this time.
That makes me feel 110% better.
This is Batman...signing OUT!
