Dear all you fuckers,
I am officially MEGA PISSED at the lack of comments lately. Just because I no longer loathe my job or my life does not mean that I am not an interesting person with strange perfumes seeping from my pores (see earlier entry). Does it mean I don’t have feelings? How am I ever going to make millions from Google ads if not even MY REAL-LIFE, DIDN’T MEET YOU ON THE INTERNET FRIENDS, don’t visit my site anymore. Sigh. I think I’ll go take a shot of gin now. I’m aparently much more intriguing while intoxicated. Or intoxincated, depending on the amount of shots ingested at present time.
Sigh. Again.
I think that somebody needs to take a chill pill! Stress is not good for you and just because people have been slacking the last few days doesn’t mean that you need to go balistic on everyone! If I had a computer in Lawrence, you know I would be sitting and posting all day long while I sat on my fucking ass, but I don’t. There’s my explanation, and just so you know, I check your site before I even check my damn e-mail! SO BACK OFF!!! 🙂
**KISSES**
Poor poor Megan. I have to admit that I feel your pain. Not only have I commented occasionally but I never get a reponse from my comments. This would, of course, mean that there will be a never ending blog/comment/response to your site and someone would always have the last word or lack of words. Now who’s pissed!?!
Just kidding, thats the best comment I have.
Ok Megan-be careful what you ask for….
I would like to quote the book I’m reading at work over lunch. “Virgin and Martyr” by Andrew M. Greeley
“Most of the Third World countries have been forced into a relationship of economic dependence on us. Our greed for coffee keeps Brazil and Colombia in obression; our lust for fruit eats up the lives of Central American workers; we take cocoa from Ghana, bauxite from the Caribbean isleands, copper from CHile, tin from Bolivia, silver and copper from Costaguana. And what do we give back to them? Killer automobiles, our disease-carrying packaged milk, our stomach-rotting Coca-Cola, our tawdry films and TV series, our cheap pornographic mangazines, our guns and our bombs, our CIA training in torture, our silly computers and our deluxe hotels, in which pig-fat American tourists broil themselves under the sun.”
This is from the main character, Catherine, the teenager who is in the process of becoming a nun during the election of President Nixon. Dear Lord.
Are you calling me fat mikayla?
There I Commented.