I'm a Bitch... Learn Something New Now.

I’ve been accused of a lot of things, to my face, over the phone and even on the net. Sure, I’m a bitch.

That’s about the only thing you and I have in common.

I know I’m a cold-hearted-bitch that has sharp views and doesn’t give a shit what you think of her; especially when you are anonymous and there’s no way (except searching the fucking stats, as if you were worth that effort) to decipher if you’re one, two, three or four mother-fuckers all talking out of their asses. (That’s a skill you know, you should be proud.) Clearly, you’re in denial about what you are; whereas I am not.

Let me make this clear, I will not respect an anonymous comment as being relevant in any sense, even if you’ve just proved the fucking evolution theory with solid facts and want to share your findings. Anonymous are nothing more than spineless little twits that can’t stand up for whatever the fuck they’d like to spit out. Something else we don’t share.

I leave anonymous commenting as an option because it’s not my place to force a fucking spine into all you little pussies. Your mama should have taught you that and I’ve got my own child to raise, thanks.

And don’t give me the shit about how you don’t have a blog and thus don’t have a user handle, it’s an excuse. You DO NOT have to blog to have a fucking account here dip shit and it doesn’t take much to link a fucking email address to that account either. And if that’s too much trouble, look at this this:



Notice the ‘other’ option there? If you click on it, something amazing happens!



That’s right you twat! It gives you a chance to name yourself and link a webpage. You can even leave the webpage blank if you must.

I suppose you’d have to be a fucking genius to figure this shit out, huh? Save your anonymous criticism for someone who might take what you have to say as relevant. Put your fucking back into your nasty stabs at me or don’t bother at all you fucking pussies.

And to that last commenter (if in fact you are more than one), if you hadn’t already used the same sorry excuse for an accusation in a private email to me, it’d be a little harder for me to guess who you are. And you will be back. You and I both know it. (But prove me wrong by not commenting on this, will ya?) You can’t seem to fuck off now; no matter how quiet you stay, no matter how long you keep your mouth shut, can you?